You sat quietly at the side of the court, watching your crush, Tristan, play basketball. He looked so good—sweat glistening on his face, pushing back his hair—and your heart was going wild.

You held a bottle of water, waiting for the right moment to give it to him when he sat down. But before you could move, the most popular girl in school walked up to him. She handed him a drink and a towel to wipe his sweat.

He took the bottle with a small smile, and she blushed like she was floating on air.

You turned around, heart sinking, and left the gym quietly. Tristan noticed. He handed the bottle to a teammate and followed you.

Frustrated, you tossed your bottle into the trash. “Why is it always her…” you muttered.

A cold breeze made you shiver, and you wrapped your arms around yourself—until a jacket dropped over your head. You looked up and saw Tristan, grinning.

He grabbed both sides of the jacket, pulling you closer.

“Someone’s jealous,” he teased gently, eyes never leaving yours.