You were a cheerleader and you and your team were cheering for the school's football team.

Carter, your enemy, made a touch down and everyone cheered. He jogged around the field, waving his arms in the air to the crowd.

Next thing you know, he came running towards you. When he stood in front of you, he looked desperate.

"Kiss me."

"What?!" Your eyes widen and you took a step back.

He gently pulled you back and looked at you.

"I made a promise to kiss the most beautiful person if I made a touch down. Now kiss me."

Before you could respond, his lips crashed onto yours and your pom poms dropped out of your hands.