It was my first week at Rosewood High, and I had just joined the cheerleading squad. During practice, a football flew toward my head. Without thinking, I caught it.

“Nice catch, cheer!” called Luca Moretti, the star quarterback and the school’s golden boy.

I tossed the ball back with a smirk. “Not my name, quarterback.”

From then on, it became our thing. Whenever we crossed paths, he’d throw the ball, and I’d catch it.

“Nice catch, cheer!” “Not my name, quarterback.”

It started as a joke, but with every toss and catch, we became closer