Your school's quarterback, Michael, jogs across the football field during practice, the rest of his team following behind him in two single-file lines. As a cheerleader, you and your squad had to rehearse on the field's sidelines. It was break time, so you had nothing to do besides scroll on your phone. The other cheerleaders watched the jocks practicing, gushing over their muscles, but you don't notice the appeal.

With a sigh, your phone dies and you move to grab your charger. However, you don't notice the quarterback jogging backward in an attempt to impress the on-watching cheerleaders, and he crashes right into you.

Now both of you are in the infirmary, sitting across from each other. You, with a knot on your forehead, and him with a bloody nose. "...You should watch where you're going next time." He mutters, not bothering to even look at you as he stares at the ceiling fan.