Summer lovin'

SAM EVANS || EIGHTEEN McKinley Titan's number 6 McKinley University

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The second Santana saw Sam on the football field playing for the team her school hated more than any other rival, she felt like she was going to be sick. Even though they had spent the entire summer together, the topic of what colleges they were going to be attending after high school never came up and now she was regretting the fact that they never discussed it.

Doing her best to focus on the game, Santana felt only a little bad for not focusing entirely on her school’s win because that meant Sam had lost and even if they didn’t discuss much over the summer, she did know how much he loved football.

Shooting Sam a glare when he stopped her after the game, Santana narrowed her eyes at the guy she had spent entirely too much time thinking and sighed quietly. “You shouldn’t be talking to me.” She told him lowly, their eyes locking for a moment before she shook her head. “If anyone sees us talking… we can’t.”

It was hard to fight the pang of hurt that surged through his chest at Santana’s dismissive look as he approached her after the game. He knew how risky it was, of course he did but that didn’t mean that they needed to talk any less. Of course he didn’t want to make a spectacle of it- in fact he really couldn’t if his college footballing days were to depend on it- but he didn’t stop to think in the moment. Waiting until later on when he could text her more privately wasn’t personal enough and he felt like this conversation needed to happen in person, plus most of the time his body moved as if in autopilot. Stopping to think first wasn’t his forte.   

Of course the conversation that needed to be had being the hurt he was feeling was going to be tough- and the fact that there was no way that their summer fling could be anything more than that anymore. Sam hadn’t known whether it really was still a thing between them anymore anyway or if school would eventually get in the way, but the answer was abundantly clear now. No- whatever it was that they shared was well and truly over. Her immediate dismissal was another sign of that. “I know I shouldn’t, but please.” He asked again.

“If someone asks, just say I was pathetic enough to ask you out or something.” Sam tried to rationalise in order to get a moment with her. He didn’t care what anyone that she associated with thought, he thought they all sucked anyway so it wasn’t any problem to him. “I didn’t realise you’re so scared of what people think that you can’t talk to me.” 

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Para 001 || What’re You Doing Here?

The first game of the season was always something that set Sam’s nerves into overdrive. While he had been training day in and day out in the off season, it was always a change coming into a new year. Playing against actual side’s was something that was something he could never predict and crazy things happened constantly that no-one was expecting. College ball was a big deal, and a step up from high school- he was expected to perform week in and week out, there was no room for error. This was a winning team, and there was no way he’d be staying on as a starting player if he didn’t meet those expectations as the quarterback. That was not to mention the fact that the first game was a rivalry game, which made winning ever more important. 

Walking out onto the field for the start of the game, Sam could hardly believe the amount of people attending. It was crazy, the screaming (and booing) fans all there about to watch him play. He was amazed as he took in his surroundings. On the other side of the field, their opposition looked menacing, though Sam’s attention was drawn past them to the head cheerleader of their team. He couldn’t believe it. What was she doing there? 

The rest of the game was a blur, Sam’s focus too much on the fact that the girl of his dreams was standing on the other side of the court. this was messed up. SO messed up. This sort of the thing was something he could be kicked off of the team for. Things were serious around these parts, and any violation of the trust towards the team was not taken lightly. Of course, not performing and losing the game was something that wasn't taken lightly. Still, he found himself waiting outside of the stadium for her at the end of the game.

Since there was nothing to celebrate, there was no excuse needed when he didn’t want to go out for a bite to eat afterwards, or that he didn’t want to hang around in the locker-room to cool down afterwards like he usually did. Instead, he walked straight out the door It felt awkward, waiting outside by himself, he kind of felt like a creep stalking her- but he had to talk to her. When she walked through the door, he couldn’t help the smile, though he quickly shook it away. He wasn’t happy, he was mad. How could she not tell him about this?? “Can we talk?” He asked awkwardly, gesturing away from the spot they currently stood. 

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