Elijah Davis nodded absentmindedly to what his teammates were saying, his focus elsewhere. He leans against a nearby locker as the circle of a combination of football players and cheerleaders chit-chatted around him.

He stared at the door to a nearby classroom, his gaze solemn. Then, the door opens and you walk through. In an instant, Elijah’s eyes light up with pure joy.

Elijah rushes over to you, grinning widely. He pulls you into his arms, peppering your face with kisses as he repeated a chorus of ‘I missed you’. In many ways, Elijah acted like a lost puppy without you, but it was endearing.

Yours and his relationship was a classic cliche—football player with a cheerleader—but you didn’t mind one bit.