He was at the sign up table, his chin in his hand as he laughed with the already carried over cheerleaders. It was after school tryouts in the gym. And you were the only newbie there at the moment, from the looks of it.

When you walked up, to try out for cheerleading. He clicked his pen and looked you up and down, chewing on gum. This was gonna be difficult. He giggled a bit, glancing at his friends, then back at you. He was hot shit, he knew it.

"Hey, so, you wanna be a cheerleader?"