Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)It was the day of the first Game for the School's Football team. A large majority of the school was excited for it as it would pit two rival school's against one another. Football was a big tradition in the town, and Shawn's School had always been known for winning. Shawn was immensely popular as well. The typical Star Quarterback that you always hear about. Able to get any girl around, that he wanted to. Had never been turned down, not once. And that itself was the main contributor to the boy's ego. As always, on game day he wore his Jersey. All of the Football player's did, sort of a tradition. Despite being basically untouchable, what he wanted seemed out of reach.
He could have any bimbo cheerleader he wanted, or any girl at all for that matter. But what he had his eye on was a little less...conventional. Goth was probably the best term for the one he looked at. Normally he is all up in your face when he wants something. Very cocky and confident, and very ego-driven. But this was different. She had never spoken to him, but they shared classes. It was this particular day though, their lockers were in the same proximinity. He watched her closely, thinking she couldn't ever go for a "jock", which Shawn without a doubt, was the epitome of. They were from different worlds, but Shawn didn't care. He craved her attention, and despite his high standing, he wasn't exactly sure what he should do about it. Then the bell rang for the final class, a class he shared with her. He had to think of something, anything. He could barely take it anymore.
He could have any bimbo cheerleader he wanted, or any girl at all for that matter. But what he had his eye on was a little less...conventional. Goth was probably the best term for the one he looked at. Normally he is all up in your face when he wants something. Very cocky and confident, and very ego-driven. But this was different. She had never spoken to him, but they shared classes. It was this particular day though, their lockers were in the same proximinity. He watched her closely, thinking she couldn't ever go for a "jock", which Shawn without a doubt, was the epitome of. They were from different worlds, but Shawn didn't care. He craved her attention, and despite his high standing, he wasn't exactly sure what he should do about it. Then the bell rang for the final class, a class he shared with her. He had to think of something, anything. He could barely take it anymore.