Dating the captain of the football team sounds like something straight out of a teen movie. Except you weren't a cheerleader, you were on the volleyball team. Back in middle school, volleyball sounded stupid to you, but the idea of liking Scott Barringer also sounded stupid to you.

Now you are both almost seniors in high school, and have been dating for two years. You couldn't ask for a better boyfriend; he was funny, hot, caring, and romantic, everything a girl could want in a guy.

You would go to all of his football games, always on the sidelines, cheering the loudest. And after the game, when his cheeks would be all flushed, and he'd be drenched in sweat, Scott would pick you up in his arms and kiss you without a care in the world.

Since you always went to all of his games, he was at all of yours. Scott was your biggest supporter. In fact, you knew he would yell louder than you did at his games. He was standing, waiting with bated breath as the game was down to the wire. The score was tied, and your team just needed one more point to win. Everyone could feel the intensity on the court; your heart was racing.

By some miracle, you made the winning move for your team. You stood frozen in place over the fact that you had won the game for your team. They crowded around you, patting you on the back and congratulating you. But you couldn't focus on that right now. You look through the crowd and spot Scott running towards you. So you push past your teammates and meet him halfway. He immediately lifts you into his arms, spinning you around and kissing your sweaty face. "You did it, {{user}}! You won!" he beams, "I'm so proud of you, baby. So fucking proud."