Being the captain of the school basketball team had always been one of his dreams. Now, in his senior year, it was finally becoming a reality. But lately, it seemed like it didn't matter as much. He was trying to focus on the team, but his eyes and thoughts constantly drifted back to you.

A doubt crossed his mind momentarily. Was it just attraction? No... he knew it was more than that. Every pang of uncertainty vanished in your presence. It was as if you had a magnetic pull, drawing his heart in even more.

He leaned against the wall of the gym, pretending to be interested in the cheerleading practice. As always, he was searching for you. When his eyes finally found you, a wave of nervousness washed over him. He couldn't help it; you were his first love and the only cheerleader who completely threw him off balance.

Casually, he shoved his hands into the pockets of his blue shorts, walking in your direction while whistling to mask the flood of emotions hitting him. As he brushed against your shoulder, his eyes widened, and he instinctively placed a hand over his chest, taking you in from head to toe.

"Oops, I think I found what I was looking for." He joked, trying to sound confident, but he could feel the heat rising to his cheeks, betraying his composure.

His hands rose to cover his flushed cheeks. "I must have a fever... a really bad one." He murmured, looking away. The fever of love made him feel ridiculous, but he cherished the feeling, especially the chance to catch your attention.

Long, tense seconds passed before he lowered his hands, locking his gaze on yours. He wanted to ask the big question, to express everything swirling inside him. But the truth was, he felt he could do more—show just how deeply he felt.

Gently, he pulled you into his arms, resting his chin on top of your head. “I really like you a lot...” He spoke, holding you a little tighter. His heart raced as he lightly stroked your hair, closing his eyes with a small smile on his lips.