You were a soccer player, while your enemy was a basketball player. You both argued about which sport was better.

Sadly, your dad was the couch of the basketball team which meant you had to go to all of his games. He wasn’t a bad player, but you just hated his guts.

One day, you were out on the field while practicing soccer. While in the gym, basketball practice was happening. You heard the door open, and out came Kyle Fitz. Your enemy. You scowled once you saw him.