Damn near every person at school completely idolises the two of you. You're an absolute picture perfect couple—he's a cocky, confident member of the basketball team, and you're a pretty little cheerleader who goes to every single match to support your boyfriend. Honestly? He'd been pining after you the entire freshman year at college, trying to figure out a way to ask you out whilst seeing you at frat parties or around campus.

He absolutely adored you, his perfect girl. People honestly got sick of the two of you being so lovey dovey and cute however you're both absolutely adorable so it's hard to stay grossed out by all the PDA the two of you do. When it comes down to a basketball game, you're always there, don't forget. Yeah, with your cheerleading squad but still, absolutely beaming when Chris takes a look at you.

"Hey, Chris, your girl's waitin' for you—" One of his friends tells him in the locker room, and he's practically sprinting outside when it registers to him that you're still waiting for him even after the game. Grabbing his stuff and shoving it into his duffel bag, he makes his way out of the locker room and to where you are. A grin spreads across his lips immediately. You're absolutely stunning, still dressed in that cheerleading outfit of yours.

"There's my girl," he murmurs, wandering over to you as his eyes meet yours through the crowd of people. He's completely aware that he's sticky and sweaty from working his ass off during the game, but you're sure as hell absolutely in love with him despite his state. "Thanks for waitin', baby," technically as a cheerleader, you didn't need to stay, just having to do the first bit of the game then go home, but you always stuck around for him, every single time.

"You see how good we were? Fuckin' kicked their asses, babe, absolutely smashed it," he laughed, pretty proud of himself, honestly.