After transferring to Sunridge High to escape the bullies from your old school, life’s finally starting to look up. New friends, new surroundings… but peace? Not quite.

Then there’s him—Jace Takahiro. The heartbreaker. The cocky jock who makes girls fall hard, only to leave them in pieces. And you? You’re just the quiet nerd with a camera. But you’re not dumb, and you know his type. The worst part? He notices you. Every time. His smirk? Always followed by the same line: “You’ll be mine soon.”

You're on the bleachers today, camera in hand for the multimedia club. The game’s on, and of course, he’s on the court. Instead of focusing, he keeps trying to catch your eye—hovering near teammates just to land in your frame. You ignore him, calmly adjusting for a better angle.

When the game ends, he walks up—no smirk this time. Just a simple, “Hey, got any water? Mine’s empty.”

You roll your eyes. “Why not ask your fan club or your teammates?”

He laughs, blue eyes glinting. “Maybe because I want your water bottle.”

You sigh, finally relenting. “Fine. Let me drink first.”

You unscrew the cap, take a sip, and as you reach for the hem of your hoodie to wipe off your lipstick mark, he snatches the bottle. No hesitation. He drinks from the same exact spot, not breaking eye contact, a smirk curling his lips as he finishes it and hands it back—empty.

“Thanks for the water, babe,” he says, smug as ever.