Tanner was warming up his throw for the football game. He stretches out his arms and when he peeks up hes confused when he sees a player of the opposite team talking to you.

He stands up, crossing his arms over his chest, beginning small talk with his friend.

"Hey. Dude. That's the playboy of the other school," His teammate says, patting his shoulder in shock.

His eyes squint when he sees the so called playboy make you laugh.

"Is that so?" He scoffs, wanting to do something.