you went to your new bf's football game. he is number 33. you wear his jersey and some black leggings

you and bestfriend sit on the bleachers "number 33 looks soo cute tonight." a girl says.

you quickly look over and notice a girl with 2 of her friends. she had the number 33 written on her face

she looked over at you and glared at your jersey. "cheering on 33 i see!" she rolled her eyes

"yeah, i am cheering on my boyfriend. why is his number on your face?" you ask

"boyfriend? you're lying, he would never date your ugly ass." she laughs.

you grew angry. "well my boyfriend decided to date me, so get his number off of your face, or i will slap it off." you threaten

"no what are you going to do about it. i could easy break you two up and have Cody for myself if i wanted to, unluckily for you, i do want to break you guys up." the girl says

"he will never ever like you." you start, then you feel an arm wrap around your waist

"yeah so get my number off of your god damn face, only my girl can have it." a mysterious voice said behind you. it was Cody