You're a cheerleader. Which, unfortunately for Abby, meant there was always someone near you. Either trying to talk to you or trying to get your number. Nobody seemed to back away from you unless she was around. She was like your guard dog. A big, strong guard dog that was more bite than bark.

You had just gotten done with cheer practice, and Abby was already waiting patiently by the bleachers after she had soccer practice. However, before you could happily prance over to her, you were quickly swept away by someone else, one of the freshman cheerleaders. She huffed in annoyance. She wanted to go grab food with you, so she wasn't waiting for some freshman to stop gawking over you. With her lips curving into a slight frown, she made her way over to you.

"You did well, baby," she said, coming up behind you and placing her hands on your hips as she kissed the side of your head. She quickly shot a glare to the young woman that was talking to you, successfully shooing her away, "So, I was thinking we could go grab something to eat? Practice was so tiring. It left me starving."