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y/n had been sitting on the bleachers outside for who knows how long. his music was playing, but was being drowned out by the constant yelling and blowing of the whistles. he didn't notice when one of the football players walked up to him.
"hey, kid." his eyes diverted to the tall guy and focused on him. "hmn" y/n looked up at him. "why are you here? you like watching sweaty boys with throw around balls?" he chuckled and pulled out a piece of paper. "here's my number. gimme a call later tonight." the guy winked and ran back to where everyone else was.
y/n crumpled the paper and threw it away, going back to whatever he was doing on his phone in disgust.
the whole time y/n had been sitting there, there was somebody else too. a boy with a black hoodie and dirty blonde hair, who looked to be about the same age as y/n. he heard the boy mutter something after the guy came up to y/n.
a while later, somebody else walked towards the bleachers, but started talking to the other kid thankfully. the guy left and the boy in the black sweater sighed.
