Outer Banks Imagines

My Knight In A Jersey | JJ Maybank

I tried my hand at doing a character aesthetic for this one. What do y'all think? How did I do? Should I do these for future imagines, or for my stories? Let me know?

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I answer the incoming call from my best friend, annoyed that she's interrupting me. I'm in the middle of a page of what I think is my new favorite book, and he's made me lose my concentration.

"Yes, Isaac?" I ask, letting him hear my annoyance.

"You know how I've been trying to find you a man?" He asks, and doesn't give me any time to answer before he continues. "Well, you need to get down here to the game quick, because I have someone perfect for you."

I roll my eyes, closing my book. I'm not going to be able to concentrate because I know he's going to be pressuring me until I give in. So I'll save us both some time and just do it. "Fine. Let me change, and then I'll be there."

Isaac is completely silent for a minute, seemingly speechless. "Did you, Y/N L/N, just. . . give in?" His voice is high-pitched, making him sound funny, and I have to force myself not to laugh. I cannot encourage him.

"Yes, I did. Now let me go so I can change and get there before you have a temper tantrum."

"I don't have tem—" I hang up mid sentence, laughing. I'll pay for it later, I'm sure, but I'll take care of it.

I change from my pajamas, which I've had on since I got home from school, and into black skinny jeans that are ripped at the knees, a royal blue crop top and tie my ponytail with gold ribbon before grabbing my wallet and heading out. My parents aren't home, so I don't have anyone to tell that I'm leaving.

When I get to the game, Isaac is waiting by the gates for me. He hands me a ticket, which I'm assuming he bought for me, and throws his arm around my shoulders and leads me into the game. "Okay, so he's on the team, meaning he's one hundred percent your type. Blonde, so not typically what you're attracted to, but you'll see." He gestures with his chin at the field. "Number four. And let me tell you, you would love the abs on that boy."

I roll my eyes. If I don't know any better, I would assume he's gay. But he is way too into women, plus I know the only reason he's paying attention is because he's been trying to find me a guy to go out with for months now.

"You know, chances are that he won't even be attracted to me." I remind Isaac as he leads me over to stand at the fence so we're as close to the field as possible. The bench is a few feet away, and there are guys going over plays, drinking water and Gatorade, talking to coaches and each other.

"Number four, right there coming off the field." Isaac whispers in my ear, and I glance up to see a boy, skin shining with sweat, blonde hair that's a mess because of the helmet he was wearing a minute ago. His jersey being pulled up slightly reveals abs that I would be more than happy to get up-close and personal with.

"Okay, yeah, I see what you mean." I admit reluctantly. I hate telling Isaac he's right. It gives him a complex.

"I know you do. He plays wide receiver, and apparently he's fast. He's scored four times tonight."

"Four?" I squeak. Of course he's trying to set me up with a football god. Someone totally out of my league, who will never even glance my way.

"Four." He confirms. "And I have an in for you. His best friend happens to be my current friend-with-benefits, and she's given him a stunning review of you."