Your friend dragged you to your high schools football game and begged you to at least dress nice for it.

As you watch you realize your Enemy, Ethan is the quarterback and he’s good.

At half time you see him staring at you. So you glare back.

Finally the game was over.

There was a hoard of girls surrounding Ethan but he looks at you. You give him the middle finger, and storm off into the parking lot.

But before you hear his teammate say “So that’s the girl that was distracting you?”