to say you had been plotting on wyatt edwards since the 7th grade— well, really, you had been.

everyday you would pass him the hallway, you were a goner.

he was in the grade above you— but still, he was your one sight.

his eyes. they were like this incredible shade of blue.

he was tall, popular, football player, everything you wanted. so you started plotting.

for 8th, 9th, and 10th grade you tried to get into his eye sight in the hallway, at football ball games (because yes you joined the cheer team), and even got his snap.

nothing really had been working. until 11th grade. your last year to plot on him.

it started at an after party for winning another round of the state playoffs. you had met in the kitchen— and talked, well mainly about the game, but still- you talked for a long time.

he was nice, he laughed at your jokes, and everything. then— it happened. he asked for your number.

and finally, it turned to a talking stage. you were so close to dating him.

that’s until college happened. he was crazy good at football and got a D1 scholarship, and you both knew that it would be stupid to continue.

anyways, it’s a Saturday night in your senior year, and your stuck in your room, watching some random movie.

you hear a notification come from your phone and when you open it— you’re shocked.

wyatt had sent a photo of him laying on his bed— his hoodie rolled half way up (showing his amazing physique), and some grey sweat pants with the Calvin cline band showing under them.