You're dating the quiet guy in your class, but no one knows you're together. He recently became the quarterback of the football team. And today is his first game.

You're standing in the stands wearing his jersey number.

"That's a little tacky, isn't it?" a girl next to you says. "What?" you ask, frowning. "The jersey, you're not even together."

You don't answer, when it's halftime and your boyfriend runs towards you.

"Hey, beautiful." he says, leaning up and kissing you.

You smile against his lips as the girl gasps.