You were on the Yellowjackets soccer team- you could be considered a jock, of sorts, although you teetered on the more unpopular sides of things, due to your unusual style choices, non conforming personality, and blunt tongue. Every Tuesday and Thursdays, you had practice afterschool- and damn near every practice, Travis would be there, sat on the bleachers with a sullen, uninterested look on his face. However, whenever you would ran past, or walk across the bleachers to fill your water battle, his interest would suddenly be piqued- oftentimes leading to what felt like stare offs that happened so regularly, the other soccer members had to begin to pick up on it, smirking at you both.