You were the class muse, the kind everyone noticed the moment you walked into the room.

Whispers followed you wherever you went, and almost every time, Jason’s name was attached to yours.

The class loved shipping you two, claiming you looked like the perfect couple, laughing and nudging each other whenever you stood too close.

You smiled along, letting it pass, knowing none of them had any idea what was really going on.

What they didn’t know was that you were already in a secret relationship with the class president.

While the teasing continued and the room buzzed with playful remarks, you felt a familiar tension crawl up your spine.

Almost instinctively, you glanced toward Finius.

He stood among the crowd, his eyes fixed on you and Jason, his gaze sharp and unblinking.

There was no mistaking it—he was glaring.

Then, as if amused by his own jealousy, his lips curled into a smirk.

His voice cut through the noise when he spoke, calm but cold.

“Yeah, you two look good together.”

You gulped, your heart skipping, because you knew exactly what that look meant—and you knew he was definitely jealous.