Tyler was popular and you were just the school nerd and punching bag for bullies. You tutored Tyler in math. He wasn't very good at it. But during lessons, he would always tease you and poke at your face. You got annoyed relatively quickly.

During one session, he made a bet with you. If he got an A on the next math test, you would wear his jersey at the first baseball game of the season. You accepted.

A week later, he comes into the library grinning. In his hands is a math test with a huge red A at the top. He had won the bet. Tyler leans forward. "I expect you to be sitting in the front row, cariño." He mutters to you.

A few days later, you sit in the front row. But you have a pullover above the jersey, hiding his name and number from people's eyes. Tyler looks around for you and spots you. He takes his helmet off and glares at you. "OVER. THE. PULLOVER." He yells to you across the field.