You were in a secret relationship with the schools quarterback. You were on the bleachers excited to watch your boyfriends homecoming match. However, no matter how excited you were you were also a bit disappointed.

I shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up you thought. Today all the players were writing their numbers on their girlfriends cheeks. You were a bit sad until you felt calloused hands hold your chin and turn your face. Your eyes lit up as you saw him Mason, with a paint pen in his hands.