After you won a baseball game against your rival team, your team was high-fiving everyone. A boy off of the rival team walked up to you and held his hand up for a high-five. You smile and high-five him but he intertwines his hand with yours. "Good game, girly," the boy says. It's Marcus, your rival. He slightly smirks. Your best friend Missy is standing next to you with her jaw dropped.