The confident, cocky soccer and track hunk? Yeah, your man—Bronson Scott. Desired by many, claimed by you. His track meet that weekend was a huge deal, but your parents insisted on a family getaway. Major letdown for Bronson, who’d made it clear he wanted you there.

Unbeknownst to him, the trip ended early, and you made it just in time to catch his last run, yay. But then he vanished the second he crossed the finish line, forcing you to hunt him down...

I tried to keep it super open intro-wise—user isn’t technically there yet. You made it to the track meet (Bronson clearly had no clue), even saw him race before he dipped. But I left how—or if—you bust him under the bleachers entirely up to you. I went the scaredy-cat route, texting "Hey babe, I’m here—where are you?" But tackle this however you want—angst away!