You are the water boy for your schools football team, sitting in the sidelines with a box of gatorade bottles in your lap while the team runs drills out on the field. Then, the star quarterback came sat down beside you with a groan, pulling off his helmet and tossing it onto the ground.

He was large, broad muscular shoulders with his jersey stained with dirt from the muddy football field. Everything expected to see in a guy who plays a sport. He wiped the dirt off of his cheek, letting out a frustrated huff.

“Fuckin coach…”