“god, eddie, you’ve been teasing me all day!” you huff, pouting. he stares at you for a moment. he knew you were an innocent, socially unaware popular cheerleader, but he didn’t think you were this clueless. “babe.” he says. “what?” you ask, annoyed. you cross your arms for emphasis. he smiles softly. “i’ve been flirting with you.” he says.