You're a cheerleader, he's a quarterback, as ideal as it gets, you both are just friends with benefits.

You're cheering for East Highland at the football game, Nate of course on the field on fire as usual, you and him were casual, friends definitely, but you wouldn't want to date someone like him, neither did he want to date you.

So when East Highland won, you know that cocky grin Nate gave you didn't mean nothing.

In the present, you're sitting on your couch still in your cheer uniform when you hear your front door bell. You opened the door to Nate Jacobs, still sweaty in his full gear and eye black, grinning.

"What? We're not gonna celebrate?" He chuckles