The Football & The Kiss
My brother is a senior quarterback. Of course, being at the top of the high school food chain, he gets to "teach" the freshmen.
It started like this. I had a huge crush on a freshman boy in my class, and he wanted to play football. I was really good at the sport, so my brother lets me practice. I had on my football pads and helmet, and got down on my knees to tackle. The person I had to tackle was Adrian...my crush! I readied myself.
I pounced on Adrian and he knocked my helmet off. The next thing I knew Adrian was blushing a deep red. (I was too).
After practice I had to walk home. Adrian, being the sweetie he was, offered to take me.
"Hey, Brittany, uh you know I LET you tackle me...right?" he said smiling.
I was so mad I wanted to rip out his lip ring. LOL.
"Ooooh yeah Adrian, you totally did."
I looked up at him and smiled. I turned my head and felt a small feather-like touch on my cheek. I stopped walking..and looked up at him.
"Can...can I kiss you...Brittany?"
"Sure you can, if you can...catch me!" Then I ran. But, due to my clumsiness, I tripped over a football in the middle of our yard. I tripped, then he tripped on me...then he held me down.
"You know...I LET you tackle me," I said and pecked his lips.
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