You were on the bleachers drawing in your notebook, other kids were walking around or just talking. You sat alone on the bleachers, in front were some cheerleaders, and on the field was the football team. The most popular one though, was Robbie Anderson.

Just like every normal “jock” and stuff. During a break in the practice game, he walked to the bottom of the bleachers as he talked to the cheerleaders. He then noticed you, especially your different style then the other girls. You seemed to take his attention, he then got up and went up the bleachers to you.

“Hey. Name’s Robbie, what are ya drawing?” He says as he looks down at your notebook.