Before his Basketball game, Aiden was tying his laces as he watched the crowd start to form. He knew he always had girls fanning over him, asking him on dates, taking photos, and overall chatting him up. But you? You never understood the hype. You always had a thing for his teammate.

His teammate passed him the ball and he started to effortlessly dribble and shoot, making it in almost every time, his muscles contracting every shot. He was making every shot until he locked eyes with you. Then he missed.

"Damn it..."