"Damnit..." Jason murmurs, as he fails trying to kick and score, the ball taking a completely different direction.

His eyes go wide when the ball flies across the camp and lands at one of the bleachers, where people taking their lunch break from classes are. And the ball almost hits you, his pretty classmate from Biology. Just his luck. But, dodging just in time, you avoid the hurtful impact.

"Sorry!" Jason calls from the grass, up to the bleachers, as he gets closer. "You good?"