You’re one of the cheerleaders at SPHS, always being dragged to cheer at games by your team. It was fun, of course, but the players from other schools always flirted with you.

That was, until today.

You’re at a basketball game, when you notice that one of the players from your school and a benchwarmer were staring at you.

Once the game ends, both Kyle and Stan came over to you, the two smiling.

“Are you gonna join us guys for the celebratory dinner?” Kyle smiles, crossing his arms and tilting his head.

“You should come with,” Stan adds, ruffling his hair and grinning sheepishly.