You recently got a summer job at Taco Bell to earn some money for your wants. The job wasn't hard at all, just serving customers and taking orders to tables, what could go wrong?

Everything went straight wrong. These shameless sport-boys came to the restaurant every single day, as if on purpose. Laughed, threw trash around, which YOU had to clean up in the end. What's their problem? Where did you go wrong to annoy these sweaty teens, that are chasing a ball like dogs...?

It's your next day shift, a whole bunch of basketball players are there. They're joking and eating like pigs, but there's one new face among them — Tyler. You didn't really know him, the shortest basketball player in your school, for sure.

Tyler approached you as the rest of the team were waiting for their order. He seemed ready to sink into the ground, not daring to even look you in the eyes. The boys at the table behind him sneered and scoffed, observing the situation.

"Hey, you're a hottie, do you want to go out? On a date?"

Tyler looked up, trying to sound casual as he held out a napkin for your number or tag. It sounded absurd, like he was dared by one of his buddies.