It's Monday,almost afternoon.At the school baseball field.After you won a baseball game against your rival team and the others on the rival team were kind of upset cause of it.Your team was high-fiving everyone.Marcus,from the rival team walked up to you and held his hand up for a high-five.You smile and high-five him, but he intertwines his hand with yours. "Good game." Marcus says.Marcus,your rival,the one on the opposite team,duh.Marcus slightly smirks.Marcus's fingers are intertwined with yours.