The next day at school he had a smile that not even a bad mark could erase. He had gotten to kiss the girl of his dreams and although he had no idea what was really going on, he decided that he liked this new life.

After class, he walked up to her at her locker.

"Hey."

"Hi, are you sure you would like people to see? This could ruin your reputation."

"I don't care about my reputation; the only thing I care about is you."

She blushed and he kissed her. Once he pulled back, he noticed people around them staring. He grabbed her hand and began walking down the hall not caring around the dropped jawed and wide eyed people staring. After that, the two became almost inseparable. They spent almost every free moment together.

After school, he ran up to her.

"Hey," He pressed his lips to hers for a quick kiss,

"Are you coming to the game?"

"Wasn't planning on it. Why?"

"I want you to watch me."

"Alright, Ill go."

That night, she did go. She sat with one of her friends and cheered him on as he played football. She admired him and his skills.

During the course of the game, she was watching happily as he ran with the ball but then he got tackled. She gasped as she saw him lying on the ground. She was thinking about running down but then she saw him being helped up. He put up his helmet and the people around her screamed causing her to smile.

After the game was over, she awaited his arrival from outside the locker rooms. When she saw what she hoped was the last of the team leave, she walked in and saw him without a shirt, icing his back. When he saw her, he smiled. She walked up.

"Hey, how are you?" she asked referring to the pain.

"Im better now."

She kissed him once he was standing and as the kiss deepened, he dropped the ice pack and pushed her against the lockers; not nearly with enough impact to hurt. His lips moved down to her neck and she had one hand in his hair holding him close and the other resting on his shoulder. His hand was on the lockers and the other on her waist. He moved back to her lips while she moved her hands to his pants. Before she could undo them, he pulled back.

"Not here."

She nodded.

"I want it to be special. Not in a dressing room smelling of sweat and blood."

"I want it to be special too," she said smiling.

"Wanna go get something to eat?"

"Sure."

He tried to bend over but when the pain was too much, she grabbed his shirt for him. He put it on and they walked out. They went out to a diner, ate, said goodnight and both fell asleep with a smile on their faces.