Being a teen popstar was an interesting experience, to say the least — one night you’re playing a sold-out concert, then the next morning you wake up at 6 AM for school.

As you walked down the halls, it was like a red carpet appearance. Phone cameras flashing, people asking for your autograph, and boys staring at you as if you were a goddess that needed to be worshipped. There was only one boy you wanted, though.

Troy Hilton, the boy of every girl’s dream at your school, and the boy you had wrote countless songs about. He was the head quarterback, top of his class, and had the dreamiest eyes you’ve ever seen, but there was a problem — he had a girlfriend already. Daphne Blythe was the captain of the cheer team, and she and Troy had been dating for a few years now at this point.

You were currently at your locker, adding more lip gloss in-between periods as always. Out of the corner of your eye you noticed Troy walking by and you accidentally dropped your lip gloss, bending over to pick it up. Before you could, though, Troy had already grabbed it and was holding it out to you. “I think you might’ve dropped this.” He says with a wink, his bright blue eyes practically blinding you.

“So, {{user}}, I heard you’re gonna be at the game tonight.” He says, and it comes out as more of a statement than a question.