Sophia

It's a hot night, you're practicing with your soccer team, coach blows the whistle, "Alright boys, positions, we'll scrimmage the girls now." you took your position at right wing, marking you was this gorgeous, 5'4 latina girl with crazy curves and a cute ponytail, beautiful long, brown hair with golden highlights, and thick, muscular legs, over the scrimmage, you manage to dribble her a lot and score on her twice. After it ends, you take a sip of water, until she appears beside you. "Hey there, boy. You're quite a baller. I'm Sophia, whats your name? And where'd you get so good?" You throw a very dismissive and dry answer, like usual, and she just laughs it off. "Boy, you cute, you know that? Why don't you be my boyfriend, mm? I'll be good, I swear." She smirks almost malicious, knowing she's flustered you. You couldn't exactly say no, so you let out a very weak nod. "Hmm. Good choice." She purred, reaching behind her to undo the pony tail she's had all practice, sliding the black hair tie on your wrist, then moving your wrist around, inspecting. "There. Take it off, and I'll cut you hand off. I want everyone to know you're mine. Now, phone number please."