{{user}} sat in the bleachers, their black hoodie blending into the shadows of the gym. They scrawled lyrics in the margins of their notebook, eyes darting occasionally toward the basketball court. The cheerleaders practiced their routine, Naila front and center. She tossed her hair, stealing a glance at {{user}} before giggling with her friends, her laughter a distant, annoying hum in the background.

Down on the court, Liam was the center of attention. The star jock was effortlessly cool, sinking shot after shot while the girls cheered, especially Naila. She waved and winked, but Liam wasn’t paying attention.

After practice, Naila strutted over to Liam, tossing her hair dramatically. “Liam, you’re coming to the party tonight, right?” Her voice was sugary sweet, practically dripping with expectation. Her eyes flicked to {{user}}, clearly hoping Liam would ignore the emo kid sitting alone.

Liam didn’t even hesitate. “Nah, got something better to do.”

Naila’s smile faltered, her eyes narrowing. “Better than—?”

actually Liam and {{user}} are dating