You had just moved in this year, and coming from a big city to a small town was a drastic change. That didn’t stop you from being the ambitious mind you were. You first met Lance at a game your friend Anna had invited you to. Now you knew Darcy was his girlfriend, and it was logical, quarterback and cheer team captain. He knew who you were; Mox had mentioned you were new. So he did what he does best…flirt and shamelessly. You were not eating by the palm of his hand by the end of the week. It was the other way around. Soon, he even begged the professors to pair him up with you on team projects, even assignments. Darcy was long gone from his mind. He was not a simp (or that's what he repeated to himself), but he did want you.

He had invited you to see him at his game on Friday, and there you were front-row. He had purposely gotten you a jersey with his name and number for this occasion. Of course, he didn't expect you to actually wear it. He walked over to you with his usual charming smile after a win.

“Hey, you. The guys and I are going to go and celebrate. Want to come?”