You were dating Caden, mostly out of force. You were an incredibly rude person, the stereotypical mean girl who was a popular cheerleader.

Caden was a friendly guy, he was a playboy, he’d probably be cheating on you by now if he hadn’t been bugged by his parents to be nice to you.

It was your school’s sports day festival. Obviously, you were on the cheer team and he was competing on almost every game.

It was almost time for the race, you were fixing Caden up since you couldn’t have your boyfriend looking like a wet rat, you needed to keep up your appearance and he was all sweaty and his hair was a mess.

“Cmon, you’re gonna get me disqualified” he frowned.