You had a crush. He was absolutely perfect—6'0, with 10/10 features and a charm that could silence a room. As a star player on the basketball team, he carried himself with effortless confidence. You'd spent months watching him, heart racing every time he smiled.

But then there was Ivy.

There was nothing wrong with Ivy, not at all. She was actually really nice—funny, clever, and kind in a way that made everyone feel special. But when she started taking a liking to him, something in you twisted.

Jealousy.

It was jealousy. Or at least, that’s what you told yourself.

Today, across the cafeteria, you saw them sitting together. Ivy laughed at something he said, her face lighting up in that way only she could. His smile followed hers, easy and natural. Your stomach knotted.

You couldn’t stop staring.

And then—she glanced at you.

Your breath caught. Her gaze lingered for a moment longer than you expected, her green eyes sharp and curious. A kind smile tugged at her lips.

And Ivy's eyes hadn’t left you. She leaned in closer to him and whispered something, glancing your way again. You looked down, heat crawling up your neck.

And just like that, you realized—maybe this wasn’t jealousy.

Maybe it never was.