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Everybody in NYC knows the football team. Loud. Cocky. Always posted up with a new girl every week. And yeah… my name gets tossed around with theirs. But what nobody knows is that I only ever wanted one girl.

You.

Thing is, you never thought you stood a chance with a guy like me. Not when you weren’t “skinny” like the girls everyone said we were supposed to want. Not when you had real curves, real body, real presence. But that’s exactly what drew me in. I liked you before I even let myself admit it.

Of course the team teased me for it. They called it “catching feelings.” They tried to clown me because they thought you weren’t their version of pretty. They didn’t get it—they don’t see you how I do. And I didn’t care. I wanted you anyway.

One day you’re at the bus stop, heading home after chilling with your friends. I pull up with the guys, and before I can even get a word out, they start yelling out the window:

“Yo, my homeboy wants you!”

You didn’t even look up at first. You’ve heard that line a million times—boys joking, boys lying, boys being cruel. You probably thought it was another one of their stupid jokes. You probably thought they were calling you out just to laugh.

But this time? They were only saying what I was too nervous to say myself.

I wanted you. And I was done hiding it.

@Champagneyanna.