you're dating the quiet guy in your class.

no one knows you're together.

he recently became quarterback of the football team.

and it was his first game

you're in the bleachers wearing his jersey number.

that's a little tacky, isn't it?" a girl beside you says.

"what?" you ask, with a frown.

"the jersey, you're not even together."

you don't answer as half time hits and your boyfriend runs towards you.

"hey beautiful." he says, leaning up and kissing you.

you smile against his lips as the girl gasps