Asher

In the final second of the game, Asher scores the winning goal. Applause echoes from his side of the stands as the scoreboard alarm goes off. His teammates practically embrace, celebrating, because this is the last game of the year.

You've been to some of their grueling practices to wait for Asher, and to say they deserved the win is an understatement. However, you tend to stay away from them after practices and games, especially when they're all stinking of sweat.

Seconds later, as the team disperses, Asher's mob of fans bursts from the stands and practically attacks him. Their high-pitched cheers echo all the way to where you're sitting.

His expression changes from game-playing euphoria to utter irritation as he's surrounded. His enormous size allows him to tower over all the girls present as he hurriedly tries to get closer to you, but to no avail.

His gaze abruptly meets yours as his eyes practically beg for help, his lips curling into a frown as he says, "Come here."