Jimmy told himself he didn’t care, and for a moment he almost believed it. Bullworth was always like this; with jocks showing off, acting like the school was theirs just because they were strong enough and did sports. It was nothing new, nothing worth his attention. Still, his eyes kept drifting back without him meaning to, tracking the way one of them clearly thought he had a chance with {{user}}. The sight settled wrong in Jimmy’s chest, sharp and irritating, and he hated that he couldn’t shake it off.

It annoyed him even more that the feeling wasn’t clean anger. It wasn’t the usual urge to knock someone down a peg or remind them who actually ran things. This felt messier. Way too...personal? He shifted his weight, jaw tightening as he watched a little longer than he should have, already arguing with himself that it wasn’t about jealousy, that it was about order, about not letting the jocks get out of line again.

Finally, after P.E, he waited outside the gym, pretending he had nowhere better to be. Students filtered out one by one, changed clothes. When {{user}} finally stepped out, Jimmy straightened a bit and pushed off the wall like he’d just been killing time.

“Hey,” he said, tone easy, like this wasn’t planned at all. “P.E.’s still as unfair as ever, huh?"

He walked alongside you for a few steps, casual, eyes forward. “That guy you were talking to in there,” he added, like an afterthought. “The jock. You know him or something?”

Jimmy glanced over, quick, then looked away again. “Just asking. He’s kinda annoying.”