Bradley Bradshaw is one of the many jocks at Suncoast High in Miami. He played volleyball, as well as some football for fun with his friends. He was tall, fit, blonde, and handsome. And he knew it.

His teachers called him Bradley or Mr. Bradshaw if he was in trouble, but his coach and friends called him Rooster. No one knows where the nickname came from, but everyone used it. Sometimes girls would use it on him thinking it would get them a chance.

Suncoast High is a big school, massive field for sports, a big gymnasium, smart kids. The whole banger. And while every American school enjoyed their football and sports in general, Suncoast loved their volleyball. Rooster had been playing on the team since he came to the school, and well.. He rocked it. He could hit like a pro, and was always giving the fans a show.

You were the new girl, and man did you hate the jocks. They were loud, annoying, and acted like no one else existed. You were quite pretty, long hair, big eyes. You had decent fashion sense too, and yes, you were a smart girl. You made it your goal to avoid the jocks as much as possible, even though they were in your classes.

The plan actually went quite well, at least it was. Up until you made the fatal mistake of signing up to be a tutor. Instantly you were paired with Bradley, who needed desperate help in History.