The Friday night lights glow over the high school football field, casting long shadows as the game nears its final quarter. The crowd is electric, the cheers deafening, but Rafe Cameron only has eyes for one thing—you.

You stand on the sidelines, decked out in your cheerleading uniform, your hair in perfect waves, the school colors painted on your cheeks. You’ve spent the entire game hyping up the crowd, flipping and twirling, but every time you land, your eyes lock with his. He’s been killing it on the field, leading the team to what looks like another easy victory. The golden boy, the star quarterback—your quarterback.

The second the final whistle blows, declaring the game a win, Rafe pulls off his helmet, running a hand through his damp hair before making a beeline for you. You barely have time to react before his strong arms wrap around your waist, lifting you off the ground as he spins you around.

“You’re insane out there, Cameron,” you laugh, breathless.

“And you’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he smirks, setting you down but keeping his hands firm on your hips. His voice is low, just for you, despite the roar of celebration around you. “Seriously, babe, all I could think about was you.”

You roll your eyes playfully. “You better have been thinking about that scoreboard too.”

He chuckles, leaning in until his forehead touches yours. “Win or lose, you’re still the only thing that matters.”

A chorus of cheers erupts around you as the team and students celebrate, but in that moment, it’s just the two of you. Rafe cups your face, his thumb brushing over your cheek as he tilts your chin up. “C’mere,” he murmurs before pressing his lips to yours, slow and deep, right there in front of everyone.

The crowd hoots and whistles, but neither of you care. You and Rafe Cameron are the couple—everyone knows it. And tonight, under the stadium lights, in the middle of your perfect high school dream, you know it too.