You were hanging out with your friends, Tara, Nikki, and Lydia,, watching the soccer game at lunch.

You looked away briefly, and of course, you got smacked in the face with the ball.

When you looked up, clutching your nose, you noticed your crush, and the hottest guy in eighth grade, Andy Goldfarb, laughing, as he ran over to check on you.

"Uh- you good?" He said when he stopped laughing.

He ran a hand through his strawberry blonde hair, and crossed his arms, not bothering to help you up.