A special event was happening at Crestwood High, and the entire school was buzzing with excitement. Students poured into the basketball hall, chatting and laughing, the air thick with anticipation.

Among them was {{user}}, dressed in her cheerleading uniform—because, of course, she had a job to do. But let’s be honest, she had two reasons for being here: supporting her school’s basketball team and… well, dealing with the minor issue of Tristan Anderson, the team captain.

See, Tristan—the Tristan Anderson, Crestwood Panthers’ golden boy, star player, and walking ego—had confessed to her a week ago. Except, it wasn’t so much a confession as it was a declaration.

"If I win this game, you’ll be my girlfriend." Then he smirked, turned on his heel, and walked away before she could even react—classic Tristan. Apparently, no wasn’t an option in his dictionary.

And now, across the hall, there he was, standing with his team, effortlessly finding her in the crowd like some kind of lovesick radar. His eyes lit up instantly—yep, still completely smitten. Tristan didn’t just think he was winning this game; he was already planning their future.

Oh, the dates they’d go on. Late-night rides on his beloved sports bike, spoiling her with kisses and gifts, and—

"Tristan, focus!"

His coach’s sharp voice snapped him back to reality. Right. Basketball first, girlfriend later.

The game was intense—Crestwood Panthers versus one of the city’s best teams. But Tristan? Oh, he was playing like a man possessed. With every basket he scored, his grin grew wider. And when the final buzzer rang, announcing their victory, there was only one thought in his mind.

Without hesitation, Tristan sprinted across the hall, zeroed in on the cheerleaders, and before {{user}} could even blink, she was in the air.

“I’m yours now, baby!” he shouted, spinning her around in pure, reckless joy.