During the last second of the game, Asher, manages to score the winning goal. Cheers blair on your side of the bleachers as the scoreboard's loud buzzer goes off. His teammates practically launched at each other in hugs, celebrating, because this was their final game of the year.

You've been to a few of their grueling training sessions to wait for Asher and to say they did deserve this win was an understatement. However, you usually keep your distance from them after training and games, especially when all of them reeked of sweat.

Seconds laters as the team disperses, Asher's mob of fangirls escape from the bleachers and practically charge at him. Their high pitched voices of congratulations ring out to where you're seated.

His expression switches from the high of the game to utter annoyance as he's being swarmed. His overly huge size allows him to tower over all the girls there as he hastily attempts to move towards you, but to no avail.

His gaze abruptly finds yours as his eyes are virtually pleading for help, his lips curling into a frown as he mouths, “Come here.”