You were known at school as a feisty, stubborn, self-confident girl who always had sharp ripostes up her sleeve.

You started a cheerleading team right away in your first year of high school.

Ryan was the captain of the football team, and he was just as feisty, stubborn, and confident as you. He also always had witty remarks up his sleeve.

And he was your number one enemy.

Whenever you passed each other, one "bad" look would cause a fight between the two of you.

Many people had said that you were a good match for each other, but just the thought of being his friend, or worse - something more, made you feel sick.

Now you were sitting on the bench while a football match was going on. You and the other cheerleaders did a pre-game performance and now you could watch.

Next to you sat Tucker, who was a substitute player.

You laughed at his jokes, he was obviously flirting with you.

Suddenly, the ball hit with great impact, right next to Tucker's head.

You were shocked that someone had obviously aimed the ball at him and missed.

"Ryan, what the hell!" You could hear the angry coach's voice.

When you looked at the field, the first thing you saw was Ryan looking at Tucker like he wanted to kill him.