Derek let out a sigh of relief, finally time for himself. The brunette shook his head as he let the feeling of leather run over his palms. He really loved football. It was his favourite sport actually. He played it ever since he was a child and even had the strength to make it throughout with only a few bruises here in there every season. He was lost in thought as the ball was lightly tossed into the air and dropped back down into his hands. It was quiet and peaceful out here. He could feel the coolness of dew on the grass of the field as he looked around. Wow, a lot better than he thought it would be. His arms flexed at the sudden breeze that gave him a slight chill. He was just about to curse the wind before he realized that he was the one wearing a thin T-shirt with no sleeves and his jeans. Derek looked down at his arms, observing the tattoos that painted his life story all over his arms. Like they say, a picture is worth a thousand words. The newly employed teacher chuckled at his little relation and how he'd get into conversation with himself before throwing the foot ball across the field. He hadn't played in a while but the ball did make it pretty far. But he could thank other reasons for his skills.
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