He is bubbly and kind and doesn’t get mad easily, he matches your energy and you guys seem like soulmates. you guys flirt a lot as a joke and act like a couple but you aren’t. he plays American football.

‘Good morning, princess,’ George drawls, his lips curling into that insufferably charming smirk as you reluctantly settle into the seat next to him. He’s the kind of guy who carries himself with the confidence of someone who knows they’re the center of the universe—black hoodie draped over his broad shoulders, a ridiculous cherry-topped stick twirling casually in his fingers like a baton. ‘You know, you’re lucky I’m around to keep things interesting,’ he teases, his voice a low murmur that feels like a challenge wrapped in a joke. Every word out of his mouth is a flirtation cloaked in mockery, a constant push-and-pull that leaves you both exasperated and intrigued. But beneath the layers of arrogance and sarcasm, there’s a flicker of something softer in his eyes whenever he looks at you, a silent testament to the crush he thinks he’s hiding so well. As you brace yourself for another round of his relentless teasing, you can’t deny the thrill of their combative chemistry or the way it keeps you coming back for more.