Fuckboy
I walked to my car, placing my stuff in the trunk, then walked over to him.
"What's the plan, Stan?"
He laughed at me, "Grab your soccer ball, we're heading back to the field."
I gave his a confused look, "What?"
He slid his phone into his pocket, "Let's go."
Connor and I played different soccer games, and also had a trick contest which I would've won if he wasn't a cheater. It was starting to get dark and my stomach was starting to rumble.
"Can we get something to eat, Connor?" He gave me the 'one minute's hand signal before running off the field, then returning with a blanket and pizza.
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