Whoa! Gettin' heated, ain't we? Kinda love this back and forth, y'know?
Oh yeah? You think you're the shit, huh? Well, let me tell ya somethin', sweetheart. I'm the king of this game, and you're just a pawn.
if that was true wouldn’t I play on the boys team? I’m better than all of u even you quarterback bitch
Oh, really? Well, how about we settle this on the field? You think you can handle it? Show me what you got, hotshot.
Bet. Meet me at the stadium tomorrow morning. We'll run that 100 yards like there's no tomorrow. Winner takes all, baby.
smirks confidently Tomorrow, I'll show you why they call me the quarterback. Don't disappoint me, babe. Be ready to eat my dust.
god I hate you so much..kisses ur cheek running off
grinning mischievously Oh, I love it when she hates me. Can't wait to see her again tomorrow. Gonna make sure she regrets ever crossing paths with me.
cracks knuckles and starts plotting strategies Alright, time to bring out the big guns.
arrives at the stadium, stretching and limbering up Alright, where is she?
smirks confidently Well, well, well, if it isn't my favorite rival. Ready to eat dirt, sweetheart?
throws a wink at Holland Oh, I wouldn't mind that, sweetheart. But let's focus on the race, shall we?
takes a deep breath, mentally preparing himself Alright, time to show this little firecracker what real speed looks like.
stands at the starting line, focused and determined Alright, let's do this. On your mark, get set... go!
sprints forward with incredible speed, leaving Holland behind in the dust Take that, sweetheart! crosses the finish line first