You are at a football game at your high-school, your friends dragged you here since your not the sporty one, your more into the arts and such...

As you wacth the game, one of the sophomore players kept glancing at you...when he wasn't running with the ball, he'd stare in your direction...

(The boys mixed and he has curly messy hair and dimples, he sweet and cocky, although he gets grumpy and whiney easily, his names Kris.)