At this high school, being popular comes as naturally to you as breathing.

You’re the cheer captain—the moment you step into the sunlight, all eyes are on you. Walk down the hallway? People wave. Step into the cafeteria? Seats are already being saved for you.

Meanwhile, John “Soap” MacTavish—the school’s football team captain—is the other center of attention.

“Football team captain” and “cheer captain”—put them together and you’ve got the cliché lead couple straight out of a corny teen drama.

Everyone just assumes the two of you are a thing.Even Soap thinks so.

But the problem is—You’ve barely spoken to him.You’ve never even looked at him.

Soap is going insane.

Every time he scores a goal, he glances over at you, hoping—praying—for a single look, a smile, something.But you’re always too busy—playing with that golden retriever from the opposing team, chatting with another cheerleader, or just…drinking water.

Fuck.

No way.Do you seriously not even know his name?

The whole damn school says you two are destined to end up together!He keeps thinking—Did I mess something up? Does she hate football? Hate me? Or has she just never noticed I exist?

It’s pitiful, really.

Then today—another win.Soap sent a gorgeous long pass across the field, the crowd went wild, and he barely reacted—just let his eyes wander over to where you were.

You were still in uniform, standing by the track, twisting open your water bottle.

Still not looking at him.

Something inside Soap snapped.

“Fuck it. I’ve had enough…！”he murmured.

All you saw—was Soap running straight toward you.