𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐌𝐫.𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ.

"Okay I'll be by there in a couple minutes—hey is it cool if we work at my place today? I bought a poster board and I just think it would be easier to leave it there rather than carrying it back and forth."

Again, I suppressed a groan at the fact I'd have to leave my room.

"yeah sure no problem—just let me get changed." I responded.

"Course', take your time I'll be there soon." He told me.

"Alright see you then." I said as enthusiastically as I could muster.

"see you," he responded before we both hung up.

When the call ended I let out a loud, dramatic groan and stood up.

So much for my lazy Sunday.

I basically dragged myself around my room as I got dressed, packing my laptop in my bag as well.

By the time I was done Yamir had sent me a text letting me know he was outside.

I sent my dad who was still asleep a quick message about where I was going, and then assured him I'd send him the address once I arrived

After locking up securely I made my way to Yamirs Mustang and entered.

"Hey," I spoke, placing my book bag in my lap before applying my seatbelt.

"Good Morning," he responded.

It was once I finally looked at him that I realized his hair was different, it was braided in a different style. I liked it—it made his features pop more.

"you got everything?" He questioned.

Once I nodded he muttered a low "bet." Before driving.

"Yeah I'm sorry about this, I know it isn't exactly how you want to spend your Sunday, but I usually just do extra credit or volunteer work today. Rather than do that I just thought why not get this scholarship done—it'll be better for me anyways." He explained.

"No it's fine I get it," I told him, "so you do like volunteer work and extra credit every Sunday?"

"Yeah basically," he nodded.

"And throughout the week you go to school and football practice?" I questioned again.

"Mhm.." he nodded.

"So Saturday is your only free day?" I asked.

"If I let my ma' know in advance that I have plans yeah, if not then I usually help my little sister study, or practice with my private football coach." He explained.

My face contorted in astonishment then I spoke, "good god.." I mumbled.

"what?" He asked.

"Yamir what do you do for fun?" I asked genuinely.

"Football practice is fun." He nodded with a smile.

I looked at him like he was crazy then replied, "other than that?" I asked

"I like to workout." He shrugged.

"You like to worko—So like you don't have any favorite shows, or like—any favorite y'know FUN activities?" I questioned.

"watching football is fun." He nodded.

"oh my god I give up" I sighed, sitting back in my seat.

"What?" He laughed, "what's wrong with what I said?"

"Oh I don't know, the fact that all your hobbies are like—perfect Scholar athlete stuff—where's the pazazz, the fun, the razzle dazzle." I questioned genuinely.