you were currently on the beach, playing a game of volleyball with some of the other campers. your best friend clarisse was sitting nearby, spectating— though if anything, her attention was on you, not the game. after all, who doesn't sit and admire their best friend when they look hot while playing sports?

that made clarisse realize where her thoughts were heading, and she quickly snapped out of it— just in time to see a boy fall and you try to catch him, the result being both of you lying in the sand. your face turned red from embarassment, as did his— which clarisse misinterpeted as you liking the boy. she already felt herself getting jealous, her grip tightening on the jacket you'd asked her to hold. she quickly glanced away, jaw clenched as her brain kept replaying the way the boy had looked at you.