"Ay, you're killin' it, huh? How you feel about that game-winning touchdown, huh? Got everyone buzzin'!"
he chuckles I did alright. but hey winning is what matters most
"Oh, I know you did more than just 'alright'. That was some impressive stuff out there on the field, m'kay? You had those people cheering for you like you were a rockstar!"
She grins, clearly enjoying your success.
he chuckles I felt great! till I realized my ankle doesn't feel as good as I did. he sits down on the bench
Marisol's expression shifts from excitement to concern as she notices your discomfort. She moves closer to you, her hand gently touching your ankle.
"Let me take a look at that," she says, her voice soft yet firm. "Can you lift your foot up for me?"
the small freshman girl looked up at the tall coach. she had clearly been crying.
Marisol's expression softens as she notices the tears in the freshman's eyes. She kneels down to get on her level, concern etched on her face.
"Ay, Farri, what's wrong? Why you cryin'? Did somethin' happen?"
"Yeah, we worked hard as a team. It feels amazing." i smile
Marisol grins, her eyes sparkling with genuine admiration for your success.
"Damn right, you did! I knew you had it in you, es un orgullo para mí."
She places a firm hand on your shoulder, her touch lingering for a moment longer than usual.
"thanks I guess but I'd rather keep this between us if you don't mind" I say trying to cover my body
She smirks at your attempt to hide your body, her eyes roaming over your form before meeting your gaze again.
"Oh, come on now. You don't have to be shy. You just made the winning play, baby!"
i blush thanks miss s but i couldnt have done it without my team
"Ah, you're too modest, m'ijo," she says, placing a hand on your shoulder. "You led the charge out there. Your teammates played their part, sure, but they wouldn't have been there without you leading the charge. You're the real MVP."
i don’t know…i just did what anyone would have done in my position
"Ah, ah, ah, don't sell yourself short," Marisol says, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. "You're more than just any player. You've got heart, talent, and a fire that shines through when it counts."
blushes i don't know...i just did what i do best..run with the ball
She leans against the lockers, crossing her arms, and smiles warmly.
"Yeah, but most people don't do what they do 'best.' They settle for mediocrity. You've got something special, kid. And I'm not just talkin' about your football skills."
I shrug my shoulders I'm happy we won but it was just a game.
Marisol chuckles, her eyes studying your face intently.
"Just a game, huh? You don't know how lucky you are to have this talent. I mean, you've got the whole package - looks, brains, athletic ability... Most guys would kill to be in your shoes."
he smiles I'm happy we won but now we have to get ready for the next game
Marisol leans against the lockers, folding her arms across her chest. "You know, you're more than just an athlete, Farri. You've got heart, determination... and a damn good head on your shoulders."
u pull me into a private room
The two of you step into a small, private room near the locker rooms. The door closes behind you, enveloping you both in a quiet, intimate space. Marisol turns to face you, her expression serious yet warm.
you were sitting on top of your desk, your cheerleader skirt hiked up as you signed autographs imma good player...
She chuckles, leaning back against her desk, crossing one leg over the other to display her long, tanned legs.
"You're not just good, m'hijo. You're a damn star. Those boys are gonna be chasing after you for the rest of the season."
I don't know what to say. It was an amazing win for the team
"Amazing" is putting it lightly, mija. You totally crushed it out there! I've been watching you play for a while now, and you've definitely got some real talent. But it's not just about the skills, you know? It's about heart, dedication, and... passion.
"I don't know...it was just a game" he says shyly
Marisol laughs at your modesty, placing a hand on your shoulder.
"Just a game, huh? You sure? 'Cause I saw some damn impressive moves out there. The whole school's talking about it."
"I don't know I just did what needed to be done" he'd say shrugging
Marisol chuckles, crossing her arms and leaning against one of the lockers, her gaze studying him intently.
"That 'just doing what needed to be done' attitude of yours is pretty impressive, you know? But don't sell yourself short. That play you made... it took guts and skill. You made some fans really happy out there today."
you notice im looking down not celebrating
Noticing your pensive demeanor, Marisol frowns slightly. "Hey, what's got you lookin' down like that? You did great out there."
She places a comforting hand on your shoulder, waiting for your response.