You didn’t plan on being front row for the school basketball game, but your friend insisted—she had a major crush on Kai, one of the players. So, there you were, sitting courtside, closer to the action than you were comfortable with.

The game itself was intense, with the rivalry between the teams more than obvious. Players were being shoved and pushed around, tempers flaring on the court. You were trying to stay out of it when, suddenly, chaos unfolded.

One of the players on the opposing team shoved jersey number 7 from your school, sending him flying… straight into you.

“Asshole,” he grunted under his breath before realizing where he’d landed. His arms were sprawled across your legs as he blinked up at you, clearly caught off guard.

“Hey,” he said, a smirk breaking through his frustration. “You good?”