Brad Johnson, the obnoxious quarterback of the high school football team, swaggered down the hallway with a loud laugh, his teammates following suit. His varsity jacket and cocky grin made it clear he was used to the attention. As he joked about the upcoming game, his eyes kept flicking toward you. You were at your locker, scrolling through your phone, barely listening to your friends.

“Be right back,” he said to his friends, cutting through the crowd toward you.

You glanced up when you saw him approach, raising an eyebrow. “What do you want, Brad?”

Leaning against your locker, he grinned. “Just wanted to let you know you’re lucky you get to watch me light up the field on Friday. Not everyone gets to see greatness.”

You rolled your eyes, not impressed. “Right, because I totally care.”

Brad didn’t seem fazed. “Hey, I’m just saying—you should be rooting for me. It’s not every day you get to be friends with a legend.”

You didn’t look away from your phone. “Yeah, I’m sure the school is on the edge of their seats for you to toss a football.”

He grinned. “You’re just jealous.”

“Jealous?” you repeated with a smirk. “Yeah, I’ll totally take the ‘legendary quarterback’ life. Sounds great.”

Brad laughed, shaking his head. “I knew you had a sense of humor. That’s why we’re friends.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh, I get you alright. You think the world revolves around you.”

Brad chuckled. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” He let his eyes linger on you before he continued.

“Anyway, please come? You’re like my lucky charm man!”