Justin Fields Imagines ꨄ

✨Number One✨

"That'll be $14.75"

I turned in the direction of the voice "There's clearly no price sign nor is there anybody working over here" pausing I realized I was facing a hard chest, Gazing my direction upward a precisely shined navy blue helmet appeared towering over me.

"I take it that's your version of free right?" he asked inching closer to me. My eyes widened with each step he took. I wasn't quite sure he knew how intimidating he was, either that or the perception of football players in size really does fool you.

"Well I...guess you could say that" I said standing up straight trying to make it seem like I was unfazed by his presence. I scanned his figure noticing the #1 printed on the front of his jersey, along with the multiple white bandages he had wrapped around his hands.

He nodded at my response reaching for the bottled water machine that happened to be directly behind me. I tilted my head to the side trying to make out his facial features, it didn't take me long to realize he was far more than just attractive.

After his 50th gulp of water, he finally shifted his sight back towards me. "If you're gonna stare me down you should at least let me your name"

I sighed at his vain response. "It's Y/n"

"Justin" he said extending out his hand for me to shake, at least he's somewhat of a gentleman. Reaching out my freehand I grasped his which was surprisingly soft given the fact that he's been using them immensely.

I looked back to see if Everest was still in her designated spot, yet of course, she wasn't. "Did you come here by yourself? you don't look like the type to show up to a rookie camp"

"A rookie camp?" I questioned while scanning the area.

"You don't know what a rookie camp is..."

I glared at my reflection in his visor before answering his question "To be honest with you I barely know anything about football,  I only watch it maybe... twice a year"

"Sounds pretty miserable" he concluded maintaining eye contact with me. I wasn't sure if I should demolish his ego on the spot or just let him be, because in all honesty I was becoming intrigued.

"I take it that's your version of miserable right?" I mocked throwing my popcorn in his direction as it bounced off his helmet. I began to walk in the opposite direction so I didn't have to hear another one of his defiant comments.

"Wait you're really not gonna pay for that!?" 

"No!" I yelled flicking him off hurrying over back to the seats only to find Everest deep into her phone tapping away, more than likely texting one of the many numbers she collected over the last 10 minutes.

"Damn how long does it take to get some food?" she said looking up from her phone.

"I would've been here sooner but I ran into this player who was questioning me like he was a private investigator, but anyways I-"

"Oh my god this is what I live for!!, was he cute?! did you get his number? name?' her face filled with excitement desperately wanting me to say something bold.

"Yeah he was attractive with an annoying arrogant streak but I can't remember his name..." I never was good with names, I'm better with recognizing faces more than anything.

"So you're telling you had a full-on conversation with a soon-to-be MILLIONAIRE and you can't remember his name?!?!" she stood up on her seat and pointed out to the field "Show me which one"

Looking out onto the field there was a swarm of jerseys running every which way it was nearly impossible trying to find him. "He's #1"

Everest snapped her head at me before jumping down from her seat "Is he lightskin?"

"Um...he could pass for a mixture of lightskin and brown skin honestly-"

"Justin?" she cocked her head at me waiting for me to give her an answer. 

"Yeahh that's his...name ..how- oh no how do you know his name?" I asked tugging on her arm praying that she didn't say anything heart-wrenching.

"Y/n you clearly don't keep up on things and it shows, when he's number one on the team, 99.9% of the time he's number one on everybody's team" she stated crossing her arms.

"So you're calling him a player or.."

"No Y/n I'm calling him a whore, a whore you don't want any parts of. No matter how attractive he may be" she said glaring at his figure that was now on the field talking to one of the coaches.

"He can't be that bad" I muttered watching him move across the field.

"Would you like to find out for yourself?" she asked me.

To be fair I wasn't too fond of the idea but nevertheless, the thought of him was already implanted in my mind and it was going to take more than a just simple conversation for me to feel some type of clarification.

"I guess it's only right" or wrong, either way it goes I was going to contradict everything she said. No matter what the consequences may be.