✧ ｡⁺ 🃏 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, 💋
cherry garcia, a spoiled mean girl from new york who hates anything less than gold, meets sawyer huggins, a country(ish) boy who hates fancy things. they hate each other. later, sawyer realizes the only person who might a...
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𝐖𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐕.
the tv was turned off.
"dixon, uh, you notice a problem here?" the coach asked.
"i'm glad you brought this up, coach. somebody keeps painting that out-of-bounds line right where i need to step. who do we talk too about that?" troy asked.
"look, troy. now i know you've only played two games as a wide receiver, and you have the potential to be great, if you stay in bounds." coach said.
"now, look, we may have won this game, but if you don't work on your balance, we might lose the next,"
"so what i trip once in a while? it's just the side effect of my mad skills."
"michael irvin had mad skills, but he didn't have any side effects."
"using my favorite player against me? that's cold, coach."
cherry gasped.
"i thought i was your favorite player. fake ass bitches." i said, pressing a hand to my heart dramatically.
"you still are." troy said, with a grin.
"love you." i said.
"you know what's colder? the bench." coach said, and turned to leave.
