The Vergennes Commodores were in the lead. 15-0. The otter valley team wasn't doing too well. "Yeah Vergennes!" I screamed, while clapping my hands. I was sitting with two of my best friends, when all of a sudden, they started giggling and pointing to someone who was walking in our direction. I was too curious to not look at what they were pointing at. I turned my head, and what I saw.... Oh, man. He was Gorgeous. He was tall, had a good straight posture, ruffled blonde hair, really muscular, and I mean REALLY muscular. But his eyes. They were ice blue. They sparkled and shined so brightly. It made my heart skip a beat. But then, as if things couldn't get any better, I smiled at him, and he smiled back! But it wasn't a brief smile, it was a real, big smile. For some reason, I didn't notice it before, but he was walking with, I am assuming, one of his friends or buddies. And I looked just long enough to see his friend playfully nudge him, as if saying, "Ooh! She's pretty!" Or, "Hey dude! You should go and talk to her." Or even," Where is the concession stand, dude?" Well, probably not the last one. I mean, maybe. But probably not. Anyway, from that moment on, I decided to name him. And trust me, naming my crush is like a big deal around here. For any girl, really. It basically means that this new crush could be a big success... Not just for him, of course. But like, for me, for my social life, and of course for my future marriage plans. I mean, come on! This could be a big hit! For instance, at school, everybody was talking about the latest couple, it was even announced on the speakers:  Some girl at last night's game and Some dude that's hotter than Jacob Elordi!" Everyone was screaming "Congrats!" Or "Aw man! I wanted a boyfriend that was hotter than Jacob Elordi. Or, Oh well, there is always Roy from Ted Lasso. " Or you know, stuff like that. I can even see the wellness teacher giving me a long lecture on how to have a healthy diet for when the baby comes, and etc. Anyway, as you read earlier in my wonderful, romance, action packed, Hot dude filled, life, you found out that I had recently named this mystery dude. His name is, that you already know, Hotter than Jacob Elordi. Now if you don't know who Jacob Elordi is, well then, that my friend is going to be a problem. You can either,  A) Stop reading. Right. Now.  Or  B) Look up who Jacob Elordi is, what he is famous for, what movies he acted in, and what he looks like. "It's your choice sweet heart, make your move, the principal doesn't have all day. Time is ticking." As my 1st grade teacher would always say. If you're still reading this, then that means that you either looked him up, or you already know who Jacob Elordi is.... "Atchoo!" I heard, bringing me back to reality. A lady Behind me just sneezed on some obnoxious teenage boy who was yelling "Brick!" every time a Vergennes player would shoot. Ha. Serves the boy right. I thought. Just then the halftime buzzer went off and a bunch of students and young children started streaming through the bleachers. Everyone was trying to get a ball, because there are only like, 12. I asked my friends if they wanted to shoot around a bit. Only one of them said yes, so off we went. We managed to grab 2 balls, one for each. After like, 1 minute of shooting, I decided to try and drain some 3's. The ball hit the backboard and bounced off of the rim at a weird angle, and sailed straight through the air and was heading towards a sweet old lady. I yelled "Heads!" And "Watch out!" But I think she was deaf, because she looked down at her purse and started rummaging through it, probably looking for mints. But then, a miracle happened. The hot dude that's hotter than Jacob Elordi did this really cool jump in mid air, twisted at this epic angle and caught the ball with one hand. After he did this, he looked around to see whose ball it belonged to. I fixed my hair, and ran my hands through it a few times before walking over to him. I held up my hand to indicate that it was my ball. I looked over and saw me, and a huge smile lit up on his face. "Uh, Hey. That would be mine." I said. Trying to keep my voice under control. His hair was stunning. "Oh, so you're the one who's trying to hit random innocent old ladies with basketballs." He said, while smiling. I could tell he was trying to flirt with me. "Yep. That would be me." I said, returning his smile. Just then he grabbed me close and for a minute there, I thought he was going to kiss me, but then a ball whooshed by our heads, right in the nick of time. "Oh, thanks." I said. "No problem" He said back, while winking at me. He even did this really cute hair flip that I can't stand when boys do it. Just then, his friend or buddy, or whatever called him over, and had to ruin the moment. But before he left, he told me that his name was Evan. Evan Michaels. I told him my name, and we even exchanged numbers! Anyway, that is the story of the dude who is Hotter Than Jacob Elordi. Oh, and for your information, The Girls Vergennes commodores won 50-28.

                                             

                              The End