trying to figure out the format, which do you like better? middle or beginning line?
this reflects off pettydolan 's list of things, in her own imagines book - turned it into imagine cause it slayed me hopes that's oka
your pov
i his hand as we walked into the school, girls chatting, short outfits on, most likely cheerleaders. we trotted towards the locker room, where we'd prep before the game.
there was a new member to the team, wesley was his name. i had only seen him once, the name 'tucker' in all caps in his jersey, the large thirty following underneath.
we stepped into the locker room, greeted by the boys, i high fives them all, wes looking at me oddly.
"who's that?" he asks another member, ethan brings his clothes to the changing area and i begin to pack his stuff into his locker.
"that's ethan's girl." the teammate respond simply.
i grab his knuckle wraps, ready to help him before the game. i walk over, leaning against the wall. the coach walking around, his eyes dropping on me.
"you again," he says, rolling his eyes. i only shoot his a cheesy grin.
"it's nice to see you, too, coach. xavier." i say. ethan steps out from behind, sticking his hand out, i begin to wrap the bandage around his vein pulsing hand.
"she's a distraction to you, dolan."
"no, she's my good luck charm." i glance up at him through my eyelashes, his lips curled into a smirk.
after i finished wrapping his wrists and ankles, the team gathered around, i quickly threw on his spare jersey, and grabbing money for my popcorn. i lean into ethan's ear as he stood, his arms crossed over his chest.
"goodluck, captain." he smirked and i winked before patting his chest and exiting the locker room.
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the whistles rung as the game began, the boys walking out onto the field. i noticed ethan, his helmet between his arm and torso, he searched the crowd for me, i sat in the main row, he looked and his eye dropped in a wink.
i smiled and i could hear the girls swooning behind me.
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"whoo!" i cheer as they score their third touchdown of the game. i stand off my seat, clapping my hands in the air.
the ref blows the whistle and the teams begin to move back towards their side of the bleachers. i grab my finished bag of large popcorn, throwing it in the trash as i skipped down the rows, jogging up to them.
ethan notices me and trots over, a water bottle in his hand. my hands loop around his neck and i press a kiss into his lips.
"i have a feeling this game with consist of a trip to in-n-out," i tell him, his lips curl back into the signature smirk.
"and your bedroom."
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did i disappoint you? probably
