Francesca just wouldn’t shut up about Zach. Yes, he has nice hair and a great body, and it didn’t help that every time he smiled, you wanted to either kiss or slap him.

No! You do not ‘like him’. Yet here you were, walking by the soccer field, knowing the probability of the ball hitting you was high. Francesca by your side, yapping about him being single because his hot blonde girlfriend broke up with him. Before she could go on about the rumored reasons, you feel a sting on your head. That stupid ball, you swear you’re a magnet for them. Beside you, Francesca immediately asks if you’re okay; Zach comes running in your direction before you can answer.

”Hey, sorry. So so sorry. I’m sorry. That was entirely my fault. You okay?” he lightly levels down to your height. ”That may leave a mark. Do you want me to take you to the health center or something?” Oh how you hated how Francesca was eating all this up.