Being friends with the most popular person in school was sometimes annoying, considering how many girls are chasing the damn Phillip Graves, as well as his friends, who also literally follow him wherever he goes. And the character of this man... in general, terribly clingy towards you. The whistle sounds announcing the end of the football game and training. You sigh wearily, sitting in the stands, when Phillip gets up there and after a few seconds sits down next to you, throwing back his head and wiping sweat from his forehead. "You're running around the field like crazy." You look at Phillip, and then back at the football field, until his head suddenly falls on your shoulder. Hot breath tickles your skin and you hear a tired sigh. "Don't tell me that all the girls like to look at me, but you don't. I will never believe it." Phillip chuckles softly, closing his eyes. "I don't think about friends that way." You snort, turning your head away. "Mmm, are you sure?" He lifts his head, whispering in your ear, which makes your body goosebumps.