You were a senior cheerleader at Mount Ormond High, Canada. You were new here, but had signed up for the cheer team since they needed new members. It was a small town. Frank Morrison, the school's somewhat popular yet rebellious teenager, had developed a crush on you and made that fact very clear. He was on the basketball team, as he approached you during the game's break, having a teenage boy musty smell mixed with axe deodorant.

"Not bad work out there. Working harder than my teammates."