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Have You Found What You’re Looking For? | (HS Athlete!Frankie Morales x Yearbook Photographer!Reader)

Chapter One: Come As You Are

Reader and Frankie meet for the first time.

Word Count: 1K

TW: Mentions of Alcohol Use, Mentions of Hangover, Mentions of Sex

February 1st | 8:43am

It wasn’t every day that you overslept and were late to school. You’d only missed your first period class a handful of times in your three and a half years of high school.

But it also wasn’t every day that you ran into the star player of the Varsity baseball team, clearly hungover.

There he was… The Frankie Morales.

You didn’t have a crush on him, there wasn’t anything to crush on. He was a player, he was popular, and he would probably never waste a breath on talking to you. You just wanted to- well- study him, know him. You’d seen him at every game, which means you’d seen his talent first hand. You knew he probably had a scholarship to some expensive school, where he’d only get better and eventually go professional. It was only a matter of time.

You watched as he got out of his car, threw on his sunglasses, fixed his jacket, and headed towards the campus. You figured he had spent the night in some cheerleader’s bed, he was notorious for that. You tried not to assume, it was none of your business even if you worked for the school newspaper. Your job was to report on actual things of importance, not Frankie Morales’s sex life.

You decided to sit in your car for another short while since you’d prefer to miss first period all together instead of walking in awkwardly late. When there were only a couple of minutes left until passing period, you decided to make your way to the campus supervisor’s office for a late pass. But of course, you had forgotten your hoodie in the car and only had your long sleeve to keep you warm. You hadn’t noticed until it was far too late to turn back.

You sighed in relief though as you entered the office. It was warm… and even warmer once you noticed Frankie sitting in the waiting area. For a second, you wanted to say something to him, like you knew him. Instead, you just turned your back to him and faced the front desk. As you signed the sign-in sheet, you heard one of the supervisors call Frankie’s name.

“Alright, Morales! Let’s go.”

You had to resist the urge to watch him walk away. He was so… captivating. He had everyone wrapped around his finger, even the staff. You could guess that he had dozens of tardies, but no one ever felt right punishing him. It was repulsive. He was just another jock.

You thanked the lady at the desk and prepared yourself to walk back out into the cold where you planned to wait nearby until the bell rang. As soon as you got outside though, you wished you had stayed in the office for warmth. Frankie was still outside, waiting for the golf cart’s windshield to defrost. You hoped he wouldn’t notice you, you knew he wouldn’t.

It felt like every couple of seconds you were checking your wrist watch and then clutching your arms to your chest again. Time was going painfully slow this morning. You thought maybe you could get a headstart to class when all of a sudden,

“Hey.” You heard from behind you.

There was no way.

You turned to find Frankie taking off his sunglasses and holding out his hand to shake yours. You could see the bags under his eyes, but you decided to ignore them, for his sake. You were sure the last thing he needed was some nobody reminding him he looked like hell and reeked of beer. For a second, you almost felt concerned for him.

“Hi- uhm, I’m Frankie… Morales. You might know me, I’m on the baseball team.” He told you.

He was more awkward than you had imagined.

“Hi, yeah- of course. You’re the star.” You babbled.

“You’re the star?” You thought to yourself. What a joke.

“That’s what they tell me.” He laughed.

“Anyway, I came over to ask if you would take my sweater? I can tell you’re freezing.” He explained.

“I’m okay, thank you.” You replied kindly, wanting to end the conversation.

Were you… afraid of him?

“Would you at least let us give you a ride then… to class?” He asked, sweetly.

“Thank you again… but I’m okay. You have to get to class, don’t you, Morales?” You joked.

He chuckled. “I guess I do... Y/L/N.”

Confusion spread across your face as he walked away.

“Wait! You know who I am?” You asked, maybe a little too excitedly.

“Of course I do. Y/N, right? You were on Yearbook last year, I saw you at all of our games…” He explained, wanting to avoid sounding creepy.

“Yeah, I- uhm- I take pictures for the school paper.” You stumbled.

“I figured that out…you didn’t think I was the only star on this campus, did you, Y/N?” He winked.

You blushed as he walked away once again, only to see him turn back to you.

“Come on, get in! We’re going to be late!” He shouted over the school bell.

As he and the campus supervisor dropped you off in front of your second period class, Frankie jumped out of the seat with you. You expected this to be a one time thing- like most of his encounters with girls- but instead, he surprised you.

“We’re doing a scrimmage today… after school. It’d be cool if you could come, y’know… to take pictures? We could go out to eat afterward.” He proposed.

Did you even have to think about it? A date? With The Frankie Morales?

“Sure- yeah! I’ll be there.” You smiled.

“Good! I’ll see you then, don’t forget to bring your camera!” He shouted from the golf cart.

“Wait! What do I wear?” You shouted back.

“Just come as you are!” He shouted as the cart sped away.

You laughed as he disappeared into a sea of students.

How in the hell were you supposed to get through the day now?

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