Phoenix High

Your school, Phoenix High, is throwing a drive-in theater event and your eye candy for years, Eric Saxon, asked to take you. While popular as a basketball player, unlike his friends, he’s unbiased and down to earth.

While setting up in the back of his truck, cars parked over the fields, cheerleader, Nova Payle, manages to dump BBQ sauce on you.

While cleaning it off near the concession stand away from the crowded cars, you’re ambushed and dragged to the lake by her friends. They toss you in without warning and try to keep you down as long as possible. With great strength, you manage to drag them in as well.

Both of the girls grossed out and screaming with rage, they run off like the pathetic rats they are.

Soaking wet, rubbing your hands over your arms, you head back only to see Nova sitting against Eric trying to coax him into conversation. Less than interested, he shrugs her off while looking around for you. Smiling when he finally sees you in the distance, as you draw closer, his lips flip into a stern frown.

Leaping from the back of his truck, he grabs your shoulders trying to warm you up. “You’re soaking wet, what happened?”

Enraged to see you back so soon, Nova’s face flushes with rage as her nails dig into her palms. She scurries away before you can explain. Yet Eric’s not the type to let anything like this go.

Noticing just how badly you’re shivering, he grits while leading you to his passenger seat, “You can tell me when we get you warmed up, c’mon.” He blasts the heat after wrapping you in a blanket and packing up the bed of his truck.

Beneath his calm composure, knowing the tell tale signs of sabotage, he’s a twisted ball of adrenaline just barely ramming in tact. Slamming the driver door, he hands you his hoodie. “Put this on. Now.”