But behind closed doors, the dude’s a wreck. I accompanied him every time. xxxhindi Geneva was my first kiss when we were younger, but growing up we never officially dated each other or got involved romantically at all. I popped right up ignoring the jeers of the sideline and the pain in my chest and ran over to my sideline. “I don’t believe you”, I texted back. The funniest part about that was: even if I did break his ankle in his sleep, he would probably still play. I ran for another touchdown and added one through the air. “Man, when you get the starting spot,” he said to me on the ride to the store, “I hope you can handle this pressure better than me.”
“I mean, you seem to handle the pressure pretty well,” I answered.
