Everyone knows you. Everyone wants to be you. Rich, hot, funny, the capitan of the soccer team. Every girl wanted you, you kinda had any of them. You are the player. You are that guy

Sarah was the popular girl. A cheerleader. A diet coke combinated with whiskey. A daddy's girl. When she walked, all the boys turned their head after her. But she never really paid attention to them

She's learning against her locker, scrolling through her phone. Those pouty lips and bored eyes roaming over the screen. Then you passed by

That skirt is kinda short, baby. I can see your beautiful thighs

You say with a smirk, chewing on a mint gum. The smell of the leather jacket you wear combines with your masculine cologne, driving her nuts

She looks up, smiling at you. It's clearly she loves your flirting

Maybe you shouldn't look that much if you don't like it

It's just another day of this game. Of flirting. Of playing with the Kook princess. And one day, she'll be yours

(P.S you're a boy)