Let the hot cheerleader make the first move

What are the chances that you would risk calling out to arguably the most popular girl in school, just to realize her flirtations weren't appointed to anyone in particular and humiliate yourself in front of all your classmates? Very low chances. Very low indeed.

Yet just as you're about to zone out on your phone until the football game begins, a loud whistle comes from in front of you. You glance upward and Rebecca is leaning against the waist-tall metal fence with a good part of her cleavage in full view while keeping direct eye contact with you. She raises a finger and gestures for you to come closer.

Unless...you look around you just in case some super muscular stud behind you is the true intended receiver of the message, but Rebecca only laughs and gestures again. Today must be your lucky day!

Standing up and taking a few hesitant steps forward, you realize you're now standing face to face with the hottest babe in...the county probably! The only thing that's between her feisty glance and yourself is the small fence that separates the football field from the stands.

"Hey there, cutie. What's your name?" The black haired beauty softly bites her lower lip, eyes lifting upwards so as to meet your own. You can barely hear her thanks to the screaming crowd and the other cheering cheerleaders.

It's too bad she doesn't realize that you have two whole class together. Not that you're surprised someone as popular as her never noticed you. "It's Sam. Did you need something?"

"Mhm. You see, the girls and I needed a favor and we were wondering if you were willing to help us out? Someone as strong and handsome as you caught my attention right away." Favor? It was evident just how much Rebecca was buttering you up and yet each compliment would still add another butterfly to your stomach.

Was she just using you or did you actually catch the girl's eye? There were a lot of guys watching the game to take advantage of after all; particularly the ones who carried Rebecca's books around everywhere and would do anything just for her acknowledgment. Guess there's only one way to find out. "What kind of favor?"