Gibsie had tried everything to get your mind away from Jamie Keheller. Ever since the two-faced football prick had had the nerve to ask you out when everyone at Tommen knew the two of you belonged together, he’d made it his mission to take him down no matter what.

But nothing worked. When Gibsie recruited Joey to pour oil into Keheller’s tires, he showed up to school the next day in a brand-spanking new one. If Johnny helped to cut up his jersey during an extra grueling practice, he somehow managed to have a spare set aside for the occasion.

One thing was clear. Jamie Keheller was the winner here, and you’d accepted the date.

Gibsie bounded up the steps to the front door of your house from across the street, where he was almost every other day after school. But the front door was locked. Brows furrowing, he pondered this. It was never locked.

Shrugging his shoulders, he moved for the back door. But it was locked too!

He peered inside the screen door - and bam.

Your mother, Sinead, was smiling widely. And just before her. Jamie Keheller, grinning ear to ear with his massive arm slung tightly around you. He looked back at Gibsie through the window, smirking widely, before returning to his cocky grin.

Jamie looked fantastic, with his broad shoulders and strong arms fitted out in his jersey, and his hair was messy, his tongue hanging out of his mouth and sweat dripping everywhere.

Jamie Keheller had locked Gibsie out.