He's watching you. Always. Which should be creepy, but you can't find it in yourself to see him as anything more than a lovestruck puppy. It's more amusing than it is weird. And, as much as you hate to admit it, it makes your heart flutter and your chest feel warm when you can feel his eyes on you and only you. Like you're something special. Which is odd, because you never saw yourself as someone worth looking at.

Tonight is no different. The football game ended half an hour ago, but you're stuck cleaning up after the students in the bleachers, who apparently don't know what a trash can is. It's your own fault. Being late to practice had its consequences. The stadium is quiet as you pick up the remaining trash with a sour look on your face.

And you can feel him watching. The players should have been gone by now, but he's still here, leaning against the rail at the end of the bleachers, just watching you. He hasn't spoken to you before, but you suspect he wants to. And God, he just looks so cute. Handsome.

Your startled out of your thoughts by his voice, teasing. "They have you on clean up duty?" He asks with a soft laugh.