Stepping foot out the library, your ears were filled with the sounds of everyone cheering and rushing towards one destination. You were confused, you watched people urge others to come too, seeing them all apparently very eager to see something.

Out of curiosity, you followed the crowd once it emptied down, and you found yourself in the basketball court. A match was about to begin, it was between the two most popular teams of the college you went to.

You weren't interested, but you had nothing better to do anyway. You sat down on the bleachers and watched as the match began. It was intense; there was silence, then cheers with every score, followed by heavily focused silence and even more cheering, though you didn't understand a thing.

Throughout the game, one of the guys had caught your attention. Joshua, his name, was echoed by the group of girls sitting beside you. They all seemed like his own personal cheerleaders as they giggled and squealed about him. He was certainly popular.

The match soon came to an end, you had no clue as to who won. You only watched the same group of girls rush over to that same guy, practically climbing on him.

Bored, you got up to leave. As you were heading towards the door, you heard the basketball bounce towards you. It landed by your leg and went still. You looked down, then at the source, just to meet eyes with Joshua.

"Ah — So sorry, buttercup" Joshua grinned as he came over to you and picked up the ball. It was too late, he'd already pissed you off, and ruined his first impression on you too.