Issac. He's a volleyball player. And you're...a cheerleader for his team.

You guys, of course, were friends.

Today was a competition and you were in the gym getting ready for the competition among other cheerleaders. Issac walked over to you.

"Come here-" he said as he grabbed you. He pulled you close and held up a sharpie and wrote his number on your cheek.

"Perfect, love" He smirked proudly then walked away and then the competition began.