You were running late for school and couldn’t find anything to wear. After rummaging through your closet and the laundry pile, you grabbed a navy and red hoodie you thought belonged to your brother. It had your school’s logo along with other graphic designs, perfect for pep rally day — so you threw it on and ran out the door.

But the second you got to school, everyone started staring. Whispers. Compliments. Wait, what’s so special about this hoodie? You wondered..

Turns out, it wasn’t your brother’s — it was his best friend’s custom soccer team hoodie. Brandon Eriks’ hoodie.

Now the athletic director’s calling you out in front of everyone, demanding to know why you’re wearing team gear you don’t belong to. You panic and lie: “It’s my brother’s.”

She doesn’t buy it. And just when you’re about to melt from embarrassment, Brandon himself shows up, scoffed a little, smirking.

“So, you’re wearing my hoodie today? Sorry miss, I guess {{user}} mistook it for one of theirs.”

he said as he wrapped his arm around you.