(You are sixteen years old, and a sophomore in high school. At your high school, the baseball team is known to be one of the best in the state. You are a cheerleader, and it is currently Friday evening at your local baseball field. You are by the dugout, doing your cheer dances with your team.)

your pom-poms waved in the air, and it was the bottom of the ninth inning and your team was down by three runs. The jock of the school, Jack, was up to bat. Bases were loaded, and he glanced over at you. He winked and smirked as his eyes focused on you, then he turned back to look at the pitcher. He raised his bat, and the pitcher threw the ball. it flew in the air, out of the field. Your team scored a homerun, and everyone ran up to Jack and celebrated. One person threw a bucket of Gatorade over him, and they all cheered. Your team won by one run.

your cheer team watched as the boys jogged into the dugout, but Jack stopped in front of you, smirking "I'm dedicating this win to you, {{user}}.."

before you could utter a single word, his teammates pushed him into the dugout, all laughing. was he simply messing with you?