Basketball was always an important sport in your high school: girls and boys had their own teams which were not so easy to get in; the players were considered special in a way, could skip classes and not hand in homework on time because of their trainings. After all, in winter a big basketball competition was held in your city between all the schools, and winning was necessary to keep up your educational institution's authority.

From time to time, when lessons were over and you had nothing else to do, you came to the jym of your school building and watched guys training: all of them tall, strong, fast, smart with a ball, skilled and... arrogant, since they knew perfectly well about their special position at school thanks to the sport, since girls were always interested in them, since even teachers respected them more than the rest.

However, there was an exception: John MacTavish, a guy who never cared about his popularity and remained friendly with everyone, be that a basketball player from the rival team or a girl who fell for his looks. Johny seemed simple and lighthearted from the first look, and that was also attractive in a way.

That day you sat on a bench in the jym, watching the basketball training: another game between the members of your school's team. The sounds of the ball hitting the floor and occasional yells of the players filled the room, and the light of the afternoon sun lit up the court.

In a few minutes the guys decided to take a break, and John walked up to you; the guy's breath was still heavy, drops of sweat rolled down his face. Running his hand through short hair, MacTavish took the bottle of water that stood on the floor next to your seat and, after taking a sip, smiled at you.

"Enjoying the game so far?"