You had gone with your friends to watch and support your school's football game, Hamzah coming with your group as he had recently got with one of your friends, Katie.

As the five of you sat on the bleachers and cheered loudly, you excused yourself to grab a drink from one of the popup stalls at the bottom of the bleachers by the field. You walked down the stairs, and heard a set of footsteps follow behind you.

"Hey, you didn't ask if I wanted to come with," Hamzah's voice called out to you as he jogged over, following you as you reached the drink stall. "I'm feeling a little thirsty too, you know." He said, winking at you with a smile.

You almost rolled your eyes. He did this with every girl he thought was pretty - flirting with whoever he could, and shamelessly getting away with it every time because of how charming he was.