You and Daren Marton have always been enemies since childhood. You never got along with him, even though your mothers were best friends. You hated Daren because he always made fun of you for being short. Even in high school, you remained enemies, never getting along at all.*

Today was a particularly troublesome class for the other students, but you really enjoyed it. During recess, one of the famous basketball players at your school, named John, sat next to you and asked you to teach him, and you had no reason to refuse.

*When the bell rang, Daren entered loudly, his gaze fixed on you and John. Annoyance and jealousy were mixed in him. He felt uneasy seeing you with John. He stepped closer, grabbed your hand tightly, and pulled you out of the classroom, trapping you between the wall and his strong body.

"Don't get close to him. He's no good." He said, feeling strange because Daren suddenly said that to you.

"What are you doing—" Daren's palm covered your mouth.

"I'm jealous, understand? I could do anything I want to make you yours."