𝓕𝙴𝙸𝙻𝙳𝚂 𝓗𝙸𝚃𝙼𝙰𝙽 ! ⑀ϟ

‍ 𖤐 ❝ 𝑁ot minding the competition, just 𝑓𝑜𝑐𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 on the lecture. ❞ an individual portrayal of a original character. literate and descriptive. ships based on chemistry. quarterback. high school senior. #𝒗𝒎𝒙. blends into any verse’s . . . . ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍

He’s whistling at the reader with a cocky smile.

Jivan couldn’t help but smile at the female. “Here we go again.” a chuckle as he was referring to them seeing each other, watching the water bottle being thrown at him he catches it with both hands with confusion. “You could’ve handed it.” a chuckle as he just holds it.

“Jivan.” giving another smile as he looked at the female, suddenly giving an eyebrow raise he soon offered a hand to shake as a proper introduction. “And you must be?..” expression becoming more out of curiosity he found interest.

a playful eye-roll as he was definitely expecting this, and now cue a bright smile. as she mentioned how she had missed him, Jivan is now moving close to the female wrapping his arms around her for a hug. “I missed you to stink-face!” Of course he was joking, chuckling.

Supporting is helping enough —— though He practically asked for it, sports are challenging. He’ll be fine.

Well . . . Not really? Though he appreciates it.

Do you mind assisting? Is it even possible for a person to write on their own forehead...? seems very much complicated.

Well —— I have my moments... But you should understand where I’m coming from?

“debatable.” Jivan’s folding his arms upon his chest listening to the female as he gave a sarcastic look of confusion, though wasn’t long till his smile popped up again. now teasing. “Hm.. guess I can survive a day or two who knows ? but let’s not test that out..”

Do rabbits not eat chicken wings?...

Doritos? or ... hot Cheetos? Oh! what about —— spicy hot wings?

Okay —— nobody asks but he apparently owns a rabbit now? and cue him holding it up confusingly. . . what does he do now?...

shall I get it tattooed on my forehead? . . . No —— probably written.

I’m never wrong... not surprising !

chocolate milk is overrated.

Strawberry milk is better than chocolate milk. I said. what I said.

“So —— now I’m (clinger?..)” a light chuckle as Jivan placed his hands upon his hoodie’s pockets. of course he could’ve taken a joke as he smiles. “Gotta say, kind of missed your energy of being around me.” his words were more of an expression ; nodding.

/ I’ll get to replies later on 🍣

He’ll survive, Just sports stuff. Nothing concerning.

Football. football has been stressing him out, as much as a break That he needs he doesn’t want to lose his scholarship. He’ll just deal with it.