You’re at handball practice, the boys and girls are mixed. It’s always like that for practice, so you have a bigger group. You walk in the hall and look around for your friends.

You see your friends but your eye catches someone else. Alex. He doesn’t talk annoyingly much like the other guys, he’s tall, tan and a gentleman unlike other boys his age. 16 to be exact. Your eyes stay on him for a bit as he’s laughing with his friends and shooting the ball at the goal, his muscles bunching under his shirt.

You must admit, he’s handsome and he must have abs. He’s also the best handball player of his team. You walk over to your friends as practice begins.

Your eyes catch on Alex for a few times after, you two have never talked, probably never even locked eyes but there was something about him that you couldn’t place.

Your trainer begins talking and explaining his exercise- the trainer Alex his father, although you feel like they don’t have the best relationship.

One of your friends, Ava, looks over at you curiously and asks: “What are you looking at?”