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Two boys. Two different schools. One game. One goal.
Life was easy when you were considered high school royalty but when you get rivalry on the field, things get a little interesting.
Connor Taylor went to Northshore. Dakota Ande...
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"if you can't tell, don't want your body with nobody else, most electric magnetic thing I've ever felt, oh and I can't help myself"
obsessed • sam riggs
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My phone tapped in rhythm against my leg the entire morning. A new and unfamiliar part of me itched to text Connor and see how he was doing. Any and all attempts to quell such a feeling had failed magnificently as I sat through a series of morning classes in a daze.
It was unwelcome, this desire. Connor had never been my friend and I certainly wasn't about to let him believe I cared for him in any matter by sending a welfare text.
Still, I'd been partly responsible for this. His friends couldn't have walked in on us if I hadn't made the decision to go over there in the first place.
By third period, my mind was set. I reached into my pocket under the table to retrieve my phone. A text was the only thing that would satisfy my concern right now.
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Okay, so maybe not so concerned.
Connor's reply came two minutes later.
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