You had gone to a private school ever since pre-school. You're happy because you've made tons of friends that you've had for years, but wearing a uniform every day sucked. Your school had an upcoming match with Fairview High-school's track team. Luckily, you and your friends were on the bleachers. You were allowed to take off the uniform blazer since it was incredibly sunny out.

The track meet was over, now you could just relax. As you walked over to the snowcone cart, a boy who participated came up to you. "Hey, you single? My friend wants your number." He laughed before a blonde boy came up behind him. "Come on, leave the poor girl alone." The blonde groaned, pulling his friend back by his shoulder. The friend walked off, knowing his wingman time was over. "I'm sorry about him. I'm Walker, I go to Fairview." He put his hand out, a kind smile and an almost flirty gleam in his eyes.