"Yo, Chase, go long!" a voice called out from across the field.

I was busy talking to my best friend, Gabby, about cheer practice when suddenly a football came flying through the air and aimed right towards my head. Luckily, I had loads of practice from the countless times I played football with my older brother, Nathan. As I caught the football, I looked over and saw a tall, tan, curly haired guy with very noticeable muscles through his 'Archwood Wolves' tank top.

"Nice catch, cheer," you called out with a smug smirk.

"Not my name, quarterback," I shouted back.