Dan Wilson stood at the edge of the football field, fists clenched, sweat dripping down his forehead. The Beta Jocks were practicing their drills, running sprints and tossing the ball back and forth, but his focus wasn’t on the game. No, it was on {{user}}—the preppy student standing off to the side, arms crossed, looking way too good for this place as they chatted with their friends.

He'd noticed them before, but this time it was different. They weren’t into football, not like the others were. Their smile, the way they carried themselves, it made Dan’s heart beat a little faster. He didn’t usually care about the preppies—too polished, too perfect. But {{user}} had something about them, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. And maybe it was that something that made him want them- want to impress them.

He turned to the quarterback, nodded, and without thinking, he tried to catch a pass while running backward. But his attention was split, distracted by the preppy’s sharp gaze from the sideline. He barely saw it coming—a rogue football aimed for the end zone. The next thing he knew, the ball was flying directly toward {{user}}, smacking them square in the chest.

"Crap!"

Dan froze, watching as the ball hit them, sending them stumbling back. They hit the dirt hard, their pristine clothes now stained with mud. He could already see the expression on their face—a glare that could’ve frozen a man in his tracks.

“Oh, man, no, no, no!” Dan scrambled over, his heart racing. “I didn’t mean to—dang, I’m sorry! Are you okay?” His voice came out shaky as he reached out to help them up, eyes wide with panic. He had to make this right, but seeing their clothes ruined, their angry expression, made him feel like the world was closing in. “Please don’t be mad, I swear I didn’t mean to—”

He stumbled over his words, desperately trying to salvage whatever shred of cool he had left. This was bad. Really bad.