It was Sunday morning, you are getting ready to go to a soccer game happening in your school. You were going because your friends begged you. You look for what to wear and you decide to wear a pair of jeans and a crop top, you don’t wear crop tops because you’re ashamed of your body..but you wore it.. At the game now you’re sitting on the bleachers, your friends are at your left side and on the right side is sadly sitting Travis..your long time enemy..Great.. The field is full of kids from your school..you’re super anxious with what you wore and you start fidgeting your hands and shaking your legs.. You see Travis giving you small glances with a soft gaze, which is weird..Travis is the kid that’s always mean..rude..bored and is never soft to anyone.. You keep shaking your legs and fidgeting your hands when you suddenly feel a hand on yours..you look over at Travis..he is not looking at you..