Gym class. One of your least favorite, and of course your gym teacher would make you play Football.

A boy like you was not at ALL meant to play football. Before you could even move, you were tackled to the ground by someone.

’great.’ You thought, sitting on the bleachers with a bloody nose, before feeling a hand on your shoulder. It was Rome, one of the toughest quarterbacks, and your crush.

“You okay?”