"Put this on," my boyfriend instructed, taking off his jersey for me to wear. He carefully guided my hands through the sleeves and ensured my hair was free from the fabric. As the jersey slid over my shoulders, I couldn't help but smile.

"This color suits you a lot better," he remarked, a confident smirk playing on his lips. His ego was riding high today, and although I was tempted to deliver a sassy comeback, I refrained. After all, it was his big day, and I wanted him to savor every moment of it.

"Tough talk, quarterback. I have no doubt you'll lead your team to victory later today," I said with a supportive smile, my eyes filled with admiration for the determination in his gaze.

"And what kind of prize will I get if we do win?" he inquired, pulling me close against the front of his car. The sunlight danced in his eyes, and for a moment, everything felt perfect.

"I might just take you out for ice cream, you never know," I replied with a sweet tone, a playful glint in my eyes. His seductive response followed, his lips locking with mine, creating a moment of pure connection.

"Um, we're right here, and you guys are in the parking lot, you know that, right?" Marco interjected unexpectedly, breaking our embrace.

"And what does that have to do with me and my woman?" Kristen pulled me even closer to his chest, continuing to pepper my lips with kisses, as if he wanted the world to know that I was his.

But, alas, our romantic moment was interrupted yet again, this time by a whiny and annoying voice. I rolled my eyes at her ridiculous outfit and her attempt to flirt with my boyfriend. Her stupidity seemed boundless, and on the day of the final game, she wanted to bask in the spotlight by getting close to Kristen.

"Hey, Kristy, it's the big game today, and I just wanted to wish you luck! We all know you'll win, you're the captain after all," she smiled sweetly at him and then turned to look at me, frowning as she noticed me in his jersey, safely tucked in his arms.

"Yeah, thanks. Just to clarify, I'm not the only one on the team, and without my teammates, I wouldn't be able to win this game. So, make sure to congratulate them too. Now, if you'll excuse us, we have a coaching session with our coach that I and my teammates need to attend," Kristen responded with grace, his humility shining through.

"You have football practice right now?" I asked, a bit disappointed as we had a class together.

"Don't worry; I'll make sure to catch up with you today. Going a whole day without you and your craziness would probably drive me insane," he assured me with a warm smile, and my heart skipped a beat.

I couldn't help but wonder if he felt the same emptiness when I wasn't around, and his considerate behavior only reinforced that thought.

"Are you saying that you're addicted to my craziness?" I teased, laughing as he lifted me and spun me around, the world swirling around us in a dizzying dance of love and laughter.

"In more ways than one, I'm crazily in love with it!" he confessed, his affectionate words melting my heart, leaving me feeling cherished and adored.

As he walked me to the classroom door, our lips met in a parting kiss, a promise of the love and connection we shared. I entered the classroom, greeted by curious gazes, including Steff's.

"Hey there," I greeted him, taking a seat beside him, grateful for the support of a friend who had been there through thick and thin.

"I see you're wearing the wrong jersey," he teased, a playful glint in his eyes.

"And I see you haven't lost your sense of humor," I retorted with a smile, appreciating the lightheartedness in his presence.

"By the way, have you heard anything from Sebastian?" I asked, my voice tinged with concern, a shadow of worry crossing my face.

"Why would I know anything about pretty boy?" Steff replied, feigning ignorance, but I could sense a hint of something in his eyes, a secret perhaps.

"I think Kristen might be planning something bad, and it might involve Sebastian. I tried calling him but got no response," I confided, my worry evident as I leaned closer to Steff, seeking his counsel.

"Why would you try calling Sebastian on the day of your boyfriend's big game? Even if Kristen is up to something, you shouldn't leave any evidence of you warning him," Steff advised, his voice carrying a note of caution.

"Oh my God, is Kristen actually planning to harm him?" I grasped his shirt sleeve, alarmed by the possibility of danger.

"I have no idea, and Sebastian would never give me that information. He knows I'd tell you, and he wouldn't risk losing you over it. So, relax," Steff reassured me just as the teacher walked into the classroom, leaving me with a mix of emotions and uncertainties that would linger throughout the day.

Well I guess that may be true.

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It was almost the end of the day and I was in the last class which was science when we heard noises in the hallway of students and football players.

I shook my head and smiled at there excitement as even the class started roaring of excitement.

I wished Kristen had kept his promise earlier on before about visiting me but I guess he'd be busy of course.

"Hey, hey keep it down and get back to work!" Our science teacher yelled at us.

As we went back to work the noise kept getting louder and louder. We were unable to concentrate with the level of noise that was outside. Soon our doors were then flung open with no other than the football team and cheerleaders with Kristen leading the way.

I dropped my pen and notebook as he got closer and ignored the teacher's shouting. I was flabbergasted to say the least.

"Kristen, what are you doing here?" I questioned as he drew closer.

"I'm here to see my number one girl, of course," he declared with a charming grin. With a surprising display of strength, he effortlessly lifted me into his arms, prompting cheers and applause from our classmates.

He was quite the rule breaker, and his boldness left everyone in awe.

"Could you all please leave this class so—" the teacher began, but he quickly gave up on trying to restore order, sinking back into his chair with an air of disapproval.

With everything happening so quickly, I began to feel overwhelmed by the whirlwind of excitement centered around me.

"Kristen, put me down," I whispered, not wanting to be the center of attention.

"Not before I get a kiss," he teased, smirking mischievously. He held me securely in his arms, my legs dangling over his, and my hands clutching his neck.

I was currently held tightly in his arms while my legs held loosely over his hands. My hands securely around his neck.

"Isn't this a bit over the top, Kristen?" I murmured, my cheeks reddening as I became acutely aware of the spotlight on us.

"I need my kiss to win the match, love. Without it, who knows what might happen at the game," he declared loudly, inciting the entire classroom to chant,

"kiss him!"

"Kiss him!"

"kiss him!"

The cheers grew louder, and I glanced around to see nearly everyone joining in the enthusiastic chorus, though a few glared disapprovingly but who cares?

With a deep breath, I cupped Kristen's face in my hands and pulled him closer. Without hesitation, our lips met in a passionate kiss. I initially attempted to pull away after a moment, but Kristen had other plans.

He held the back of my head, deepening the kiss, his lips dancing fervently with mine. My initial resistance melted away, and I succumbed to the pleasurable sensations of his kiss.

Tingles of pleasure surged inside me, and I couldn't help but smile at my absolutely audacious boyfriend.

As the classroom erupted into cheers once more, I realized that it was now time for the game to begin, with the ringing of the school bell marking the moment. The excitement in the air was notable, and I couldn't wait to see how the game would unfold.

So let the game begin!

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