If you haven't yet, read the first part to this, please! I barely understand football AT ALL, so sorry if I get any information wrong. And if you don't have a school mascot, just make one up. Enjoy!

-RP12🌚🌚🌚
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-Your POV-

I pulled into the football field parking lot, and as soon as I opened the door, I heard the cheers from the crowd. It was the end of the junior high game, and the Senior High game was next. "Y/N! You made it!" I heard a familiar voice say. I turned and saw Wes running up to my car, smiling. "I wouldn't miss it for the world. When do you guys play?" I asked. "It's the last 5 minutes of the 4th quarter now. We'll start in about fifteen minutes." He said. "Well I'm glad I made it." I said. "Let's go get you a seat." He said, wrapping an arm around my waist. I blushed, and walked with his to the stands. In the sea of red and black on the home side, I found a seat on the second row, near the front. "And now, the senior class of 2015, (School Name/School Mascot)!" The announcer...announced. As Wes's name was called, I clapped for him loudly, as did the rest of the crowd. As Wes ran over to the coaches, I couldn't help but stare at his ass.
And HOT DAMN, DID HE LOOK GOOD IN HIS UNIFORM. I smiled to myself, blushing slightly.

-Time skip provided by a confused Joven-

Out school was behind by five points, the opposing team with 15. "C'mon Johnson! Get out there!" The coach said to Wes. Wes put the helmet on, and ran out on the field. He called out the numbers of his fellow players, and the positions for them to go to, and then he shouted: 'HIKE!', and the boys tackled each other, as Mark passed Wes the ball. Wes ran down the field, with the other team chasing him. It was easy to see why he was quarterback, not only was he strong, but he could run like hell. "And Wes Johnson, #25, runs down the field, and the other players cannot catch him! And...IT'S A TOUCHDOWN FOR THE (School Mascot)!" The guy announced. I stood up and clapped for my team. We won! Wes had told me earlier that a touchdown was worth 6 points, so we won by a landslide. I couldn't help but run on the field and hug Wes. "You were awesome!" I smiled. "Only because you're here, Y/N." He said over the crowd, taking his helmet off. He suddenly leaned down, picked me up, and kissed me. Without hesitation, I kissed back, our lips moving in sync. When we broke apart, Wes looked into my E/C eyes, and smiled. "WHOO!" Someone said. "GET IT, WESLEY!" It was Mark and Felix. Wes flipped them off while we kissed again. When we finally took a break, Wes walked me back to my car. "I'm happy you came, Y/N." He said, a little shyly. "Is the hottest guy in school being shy?" I smirked. "What?! No! I...um..." He trailed off. "I'm kidding. It's actually kinda cute." I said. "Okay, I can't take it anymore. Y/N, I've liked you since the 8th grade, but I've been too much of a wimp to ask you out. Will you be my girlfriend?" He asked. "Only if you promise me one thing." I said. He eyed me suspiciously. "And what could that possibly be?" He asked.  "You wear those football pants more often." I smirked. "I think that's manageable." He said, kissing me one last time. "I love you, Y/N." He said against my lips. "I love you too, Wesley." I said.

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Hey y'all! How'd you enjoy it? I am going to some bacon fest later on, and I AM SO EXCITED!!! Bacon makes everything better. So if you want to get a one-way ticket to Little Rock, Arkansas, HURRY YOUR ASS UP. Anywhore, thanks for reading!

-RP12😘