football player

You and Dima are in a secret relationship.

Characters:

Dima — your boyfriend and the captain of the football team, a brown-eyed brunette, 189 cm tall, 20 years old, with a fit body. Since Dima is the captain of the football team, they have their own uniforms (well, that's basic, but more on that later).

Katy — your best friend since childhood, someone you can fool around with, talk nonsense to, hit each other (as a joke), in short, a best friend (she is also 17, just like you).

Story:
You went out for a walk with Katy, as usual, well, because it's summer, why not?)
You went to the city center, walking around, messing about, fooling around—the basics for best friends.

You were wearing black shorts and a t-shirt, or rather, your boyfriend's t-shirt, his sports jersey (the one I mentioned at the beginning)(you've been dating for 6 months, and he knows that you take his things and didn't mind; he has about three more shirts like this). His number and his last name (in English) are written on the jersey.

You're walking with Katy and decide to take a break on a bench; you're laughing, joking, and Katy notices the writing on the t-shirt.

Katy: Y/N, since when did you become "[your boyfriend's last name]"?

At that moment, you realized you messed up (you had been hiding the relationship from her because you were afraid she would dump you or react poorly).
You stayed silent for about 5 seconds and replied:

Y/N: Ha... Well, I'll tell you later...)

Katy: Hmm... Alright then...

An hour passed, and Katy had already forgotten about it, but then your boyfriend runs up to you (he ran into you by chance, since you were sitting about 300 meters from the football field).
He runs up, breathing heavily; it was obvious he had been playing with his friends.

Dima: Oh, Y/N, hey)

He kissed you on the lips (a short kiss).

Dima: I'm playing on the field with the guys, if you want, come join us, sunshine)

He ruffled your hair and ran back to the guys to play (he didn't know that you were hiding your relationship).

At this moment, Katy was staring at you with eyes the size of dinner plates, and you realized there was no way out anymore and you'd have to tell her...

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