"What?"

"Gimme a proper kiss." She blushes but leans back in like a good girl. And so I waste no time sucking those soft plump lips back into my mouth.




"Alright! We're down to the last two minutes of the game folks! Both teams, Fort Walton Prep Panthers and South Shore Yellowjackets have well stood their ground on the field today. Forty-eight to forty-eight. These boys are showing us what true American football is all about, wouldn't you agree Johnny?"

"Oh yes! I see a bunch of college scouts out in the crowd, all with smiles on those beautiful faces. I'll say Robert, no matter how things turn out when this timer goes off, each and everyone one of these boys can look forward to a callback from at least one recruiter!"

"Let's really think about this though because I'm just not sure. I mean, are the Panthers really gonna let the away team outshine them on their own home field?! Or-or are the Yellowjackets really about to forfeit their winning streak of six games since the beginning of the season?! I can't place any bets man, these players are just that good! It's a beautiful night ladies and gentleman, and those who don't identify as either. History's about to be made here folks! Johnny, how ya feelin'?"

"I can't say Robert! I guess we'll just have to wait and see!"

"And I couldn't agree more. I'm feeling a little anxious buddy, but I'm anxious with glee!"

"Haha! 'anxious with glee' someone should put that on a shirt!"

"Thank you my fri..."

I mug the little boxed area at the top of the stands. There, gay-ass-Robert and corny-nigga-Johnny share a laugh while speaking into their headsets. I never like when they comment on the game. These niggas always sound like they boutta cum in their pants. 

Channy, our team captain, calls us girls over to start getting the crowd hype again, so I just ignore the two goofies and try not to cringe.

"Number thirteen - Sebastion Dixon - takes off!"

"That kid is gonna be nicknamed turbo when he get's to the big leagues, I'll tell ya."

"You don't lie - oh! He's gaining some heat! Three of the other team's running backs are hot on his heels! He's cornered Johnny, he's not gonna make it!"

"Are you kidding me?! He's gonna make it-"

"OH MY GOD THIS KID CAN'T BE HUMAN!"

"Ha! Settle down Johnny. That's a little'a what I like to call acceleration. Ope- and if you look closely you see Dixon's right hand man pulling off to deliver an assist. Number fifty-two, Tyshean Murphy everybody!"

"Like I said before, these boys are just that good."

"Dixon goes to pass the ball to Murphy but - Oh! It's intercepted by Matthias, Yellowjackets'es number eleven."

"No sweat, the panthers look like they won't be going out without a fight."

"You just might be right Johnny. The Panthers manage to steal the ball with an impressive play - keep a lookout Florida State University. Seriously, look into these guys!"

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