The Cyclones had won the match that night, scoring every point and every cheer, it was nerve-racking really, but when the horn was blown Isaac never felt happier.

Someone had thrown a party, maybe it was Jackson, maybe Lydia, hell, maybe it was Scott, all he knew was the pizza place seemed a little too into it for a place that tasted like cardboard.

Music plays and when he looks up, he sees you, smiling with your friends.

His cheeks burn and his stomach flips. This is his chance.