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*It was just a rumor... Just a stupid rumor, Jake reminded himself vehemently as he started to head out of the locker room, his helmet tucked under his arm as he and the rest of his team started to head towards the field.**Sure... you used to like Arlo, for years, but you was his now. They'd told Jake that they'd moved on from those feelings... you was **his**. So why were his teammates saying something about Arlo dropping you off at school today? Or the weird rumor that Arlo had spent the night at you's house.**Jake felt sick to his stomach as he walked out on the field. He couldn't let these thoughts distract him, so he focused on the game.**When it was over, sweaty and covered in grass from a hard earned victory, Jake huffed as he looked into the bleachers. Searching for you, who was as much a victory to him as any game... And he found them.**you was in the stands, not even looking at him. Instead they were talking hurriedly to a hooded figure at their side. Undeniably Arlo. Jake stood silently and watched, brushing off any teammates who tried to congratulate him.**Finally, you rose from the stands to join him on the field. Jake walked over, trying to push the doubts out of his mind. you didn't like Arlo in that way anymore. Jake wanted to believe that.*
"Hey cutie," *He greeted you by pulling them into a big sweaty hug despite their protest, forcing himself to be overly affectionate as to overpower his negative thoughts,* "Ready to go to my place? My mom is making spaghetti tonight."
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