Boys's POV.
"Hey." Someone said softly behind me. I turned around to see Margo standing there wringing her hands, "I-I know I'm not really supposed to be here but, I wanted to support you during your big night, you know?" I smiled,
"Yeah." I heard the coaches whistle, meaning it's almost time for the football game, it was playoffs, it was a really big game, and practically the whole school was there, "I got to go, okay?" I kissed Margo lightly on the cheek, I could see her blush, despite the semi-darkness,
"Be careful, Chris!" Margo called to me. I started to run into the field, looked back, put on my helmet, grinned, and yelled back,
"I will!"
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