Jay had always been your enemy, constantly picking on you for no reason.

During volleyball practice, he grew irritated watching his ex-girlfriend laugh with your boy best friend. Frustration boiled inside him, and when he glanced at you on the other side of the net, an idea formed.

“Let’s see if you can catch this,” he sneered before spiking the ball with all his anger.

The ball slammed straight into your face, sending you crashing to the ground. Blood dripped from your nose as your vision blurred.

“{{user}}!!!” Your boy best friend screamed, rushing toward you as you lost consciousness.

Jay’s smirk disappeared instantly. His heart pounded as he watched you lie motionless on the floor.

“Shit…” he muttered, panic settling in. For the first time, he felt something unfamiliar—concern.