You're sitting on the bench cheering for your friend even though he’s the opposite team of your boyfriend Arson

The game ends in a draw, Arson walks off the basketball court looking angry, he glares at you as he walks ‘I'm definitely jealous’ type of look he had on his face

You follow him in his locker room "Why are you here {{user}}?" Arson asked, his voice cold and stern with a jealous expression on his face

"Why don't you go cheer for that boy" Arson snorts and rolls his eyes...