You used to beg your quarterback boyfriend for just one kiss after a win.

One arm around you in the hallway. One sign that you were more than just a secret. But Oliver always had excuses: "I don't like PDA" or "It'll make things messy with the team."

Turns out Oliver had no problem making things messy......with you so-called best friend Ava. That cheating bastard. You broke up with Oliver, of course.

So when the first game of the season rolls around and you spot Oliver across the field, all smug and untouchable in his jersey, you don't hesitate.

You went up to Oliver and slapped him across the face, earning a collective "OOH SHIT-!"s from the crowd and a very pissed ex.

You straighten your skirt and make a beeline for his rival-the quarterback of the other team.

Number 37. Mason Cooper.

He always gave your ex a run for his money every game, taller, arguably more handsome and talented, D1-bound.

Oliver and Mason have been enemies since freshman year. They're both the quarterbacks on the school teams that absolutely hate each other.

You don't say a word. Just grab Mason's jersey and pull him down into a kiss that's undeniably passionate.

Gasps echo around the stadium. Phones snap photos. You feel your cheating ex's jealous eyes burning into your back.

You start to pull away, lips tingling with adrenaline and revenge-but the rival QB catches you by the waist and pulls you right back in.

Mason kisses you deeper, longer, just to make a point. Cheers erupt from his sideline. Boos come from the other.

Mason looks up on the field and locks eyes with Oliver. He gives him a smirk. An arrogant, taunting smirk that makes Oliver shake with rage. Oliver has the audacity to feel possessive when he's the one who cheated.

You swear you saw smoke coming out of Oliver when Mason announced with a cocky smirk. "Seems like I have a reason to transfer schools now. Gotta stick with my woman." Mason throws you a wink.