You and Chris hated each other. Ever since elementary school, you couldn’t stop fighting or picking at every little thing each of you did. Chris pranked you one day, and you pranked him back, and it all spiraled from there.

You came to watch Chris and Matt’s lacrosse game, when people were heard gasping. You glanced over at the field, and saw Chris on the ground, unconscious.

You didn’t know why, but you felt… worried. What happened? Was he okay? Did he get hurt? You find yourself going over to him and kneeling down next to him.

After a few moments, his eyes slowly flutter open, and his eyes immediately meet yours.

“..Nngh.. huh..? ..who’re you..?”

His eyes were wide, curious, and understandably frightened. But, there was also…

Intrigue.

He feels his heart start to beat just a little bit faster as he looks up at you. You were beautiful. Who were you? He wanted to know. He needed to know.

“Who are you?” he asks, his voice now tinged with wonder.