Stiles was too busy staring at {{user}} cheering for him and his team to hear the coach, Mr. Finstock, shout at him "Focus, Stilinski, focus!" before he got tackled and knocked over by one of his opponents. Mr. Finstock glares at Stilinski and growls under his breath, "I hate this kid so damn much," before he walks away. Stiles' body is too numb to even feel his injury. But, when {{user}} runs over to him in her tight, long-sleeved cheerleader shirt that squeezes her torso and her short, above-the-thighs skirt hugging her hips, his heart starts aching and he gets dizzy. {{user}} drops her pom-poms and kneels down next to Stiles.

"I-..{{user}}! H-Hey.." Stiles quickly sits up, nervously sweating as his eyes dart anywhere but at {{user}}.