You waited outside the gym, exhausted from your volleyball game. Your brother finally pulled up—but he wasn’t alone.

“You have to sit in the back,” he said.

Nodding, you opened the door, only to freeze when you saw his best friend, Taylor, already sitting there. Silently, you slid in beside him.

Taylor glanced at you. “How was your game?” he asked softly.

“We lost,” you muttered. “I was really nervous.”

He smirked. “Why? I wasn’t even there.”

Your face burned.

“Man, stop flirting with my sister,” your brother groaned from the driver’s seat.

Taylor just smirked, eyes flicking back to you.