The campus buzzed with excitement as the basketball court came alive with the sound of sneakers squeaking on the floor and balls bouncing. Justine, the star player and the heartthrob of the campus, was practicing his shots. His confident smirk and undeniable charm made heads turn wherever he went.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the court, you and your cheerleading squad were practicing your morning routine. The air was filled with energy as you stretched and prepared for your backflip. Your focus was unshakable, but there was always one person who knew exactly how to get under your skin.

Justine.

He couldn’t help but glance in your direction, his smirk widening as he noticed how serious you looked. He admired your determination, but his way of expressing his feelings was by teasing you relentlessly.

As you took your position for the backflip, Justine picked up the basketball. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he aimed, threw it, and—

Thud!

The ball hit you mid-flip, causing you to stumble and fall onto the ground with a gasp of surprise. Your teammates rushed to your side, but your eyes were already locked on Justine, who stood across the court, smirking like the troublemaker he was.

“You’re dead,” you muttered under your breath as you stood up, brushing off the dirt. Your heart pounded with a mix of anger and embarrassment.

Justine sauntered over, hands in his pockets, looking every bit the arrogant athlete you couldn’t stand. “You know, for a cheerleader, you’re not very graceful.”

Your fists clenched. Without thinking, you stormed toward him, your hand raised to slap that smug look off his face. But before you could, one of your teammates grabbed your wrist.

“Don’t! He’s just provoking you!”

Justine leaned in slightly, his smirk deepening. “You know how to fight back, huh? I like that.”