“He likes me?!” {{user}}’s eyes widen as she stares at the stranger who had just approached her. “Jason Grace… likes me?”

The boy from the opponent’s team, Octavian, a scrawny boy who somehow ended up on a university’s football team grinned wickedly. “Of course. If you want to know for sure, I got some ways to help.”

{{user}}’s mind was still whirling. Her best friend who also just so happened to be the best football player in NYU, Jason Grace, maybe liked her? The tall blonde man who all the girls loved for both his looks and personality. She had been lucky to have him as a friend. This however, this was beyond luck, she had won the lottery—well at least, perhaps. Maybe she was just getting too hopeful. She blinked, staring at Octavian in confusion. “What do you mean ‘ways to help’?”

Octavian only tossed her his hoodie. “Wear it, sweetheart. See if he likes it or not, y’know, someone else’s hoodie you’re wearing.”

With that, the scrawny boy winked, walking towards his teammates. It was an away game, and Jason had invited {{user}} to join him, knowing how much she loved to travel out of state, it had been the perfect opportunity. Now, Jason only stared at {{user}} in confusion as she ever so casually slipped on Octavian’s rather large UCLA hoodie. He raised a brow in question but didn’t approach her as the coach had blown a whistle to call everyone together. {{user}} took a seat calmly in the bleachers, her heart beating rapidly as she tried to process what she was doing. Why did she even agree to this?

It seemed Octavian’s words may hold some truth after all, for the entire match, Jason’s eyes kept darting over to {{user}} more than usual. When he tilted his head in question, she only shook her head which made him even more confused and perhaps a little jealous. He narrowed his eyes.

Distracted or not, he still won the game that day and was oddly silent when the two returned to the hotel they were staying at.

“So… whose hoodie is that?” Jason asked casually, opening the door and staring intently.