You sat in the theatre with your dance team surrounding you. As you guys stared at the other competitors on stage, you couldn’t help but only stare at the guy controlling the stage. Also known as your dance rival— at least on stage. Off stage, you knew him as your cocky boyfriend.

While the competition progressed, the awards finally came and you sent him a grin when your team was announced the winners.

“Dumb luck,” he muttered but smiled when he saw you holding the trophy.