No ones ever had me, not like you. You know how to ball, I know Aristotle

Anthony, the popular boy that literally everyone loved. You, the popular girl that everyone also loved. Them dating? The school went wild. He was the regular football player. You a soccer player. But mainly good at Aristotle. Having A+’s in math, biology, etc. you would always go to his games. Everyone watching your love grow everytime you saw eachother. Today tho, Anthony grabbing your waist. Bringing you over the gate. And onto the field. Smiling at you

“I think it’ll be better if you keep on field. I need my cute little good luck charm.”

He says, kissing your forehead. Heading back out to the field.