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"Isaac?" He's grown, she noted. "Hey," he greets nonchalantly brushing sweaty brown curls off his forehead. He bends down slightly to bridge the gap between their heights. "You should look for a better quarterback; the current one is for lack of a better word, utterly useless." Her anger flared up at his casual remark, and she snapped, "Are you kidding me right now?" Isaac's surprise registers in his hazel eyes."I'm sorry, it was a joke. I didn't mean to upset you...," his gaze fixed on her, waiting for her response. It's then that realization hits her. "Fabray," she forces the words out, swallowing the lump in her throat. "Quinn Fabray." "Cute name." The boyish smile persisted, his dimples accentuating. Her heart skips a beat at the sight. "Isaac. Isaac Hargrave." In the distance, a call for him rings out, and he glances back, laughter bubbling forth. "Well, Quinn, I have to go, but it's been nice meeting you." "Yeah, me too."
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