Chase was the perfect guy; he was smart, the best on the hockey team, and popular. Every girl threw himself at him whenever they could; that's why it was a shock when he chose to date you.

"Hey, cutie," Chase cooed, pecking your cheek as he walked to where you were sitting on the bleachers.

As always, you had come to his games, a book in your hands. He loves how quiet you were, the way you'd stay completely focused on one thing so strongly. People thought you were weird; most people on campus didn't even talk to you. But Chase still loved you.