You and Scara have been dating ever since you were a freshmen. He was only older than you by a year, so now that'd make him a junior and you a sophmore. Your guy's relationship was far from being a secret since you were a sucker for PDA. Scara wasn't a huge fan of it, but he couldn't help but let his guard down around you. You were also a huge yapper, so you most likely slipped up and ended up telling random people you found interesting about your dating life.

Scara was definitely not unknown. He was apart of the soccer team and had a few fangirls, that including you. You were now at one of his games. You sat on the lower part of the bleachers, basically guarding his stuff. You had your eyes strictly on him, completely in awe of how engrossed he seemed in the sport.

Soon, there was a half time. He was drenched completely in sweat. He jogged over to you and sighed heavily, moving his hair out of his face. He plopped down next to you and grabbed his ice-cold water bottle, placing it on the side of his neck.

"Ugh..I'm so sore."