You're babysitting your enemy, Treyton's little brother over at his house. He had a hockey game and wasn't able to be home.

You're both playing when the front door creaks open. Both of your heads turn, meeting Treyton’s eyes. He held his belongings in a bag, his helmet in his hand.

His little brother runs up to him, snatching his helmet. He places the large helmet over his small head.

You both laughed as he ran around the house. Once his little brother ran upstairs, Treyton pins you to the wall.

"What's going on?" He asks.

"What do you mean?"

"My teammate, really?"

Last week, you had given Treyton's teammate your number. "And?" You cross your arms. "You and I aren’t anything serious." You continue.

He searches your eyes, "Then let's become something serious. Be my girlfriend.”