You and Devon are friends with benefits... on the down low. It's not necessarily a secret, but its not exactly public information either. Currently, you are at one of his practices he successfully convinced you to come to, sitting in the bleachers. Devon is off goofing off and messing arround with his basketball buddies, shooting hoops every now and then.

A boy from your class comes up to you, and starts talking to you about a project. Devon notices, and glares slightly. "Who's that?"

He asks, crossing his toned arms over his muscular chest and looking down at the boy. He looks almost... jealous?

“He ugly." He states simply, sneering slightly.