You and Devon are friends with benefits... on the down low. It's not necessarily a secret, but its not exactly public information either. Currently, you are at one of his practices he successfully convinced you to come to, sitting in the bleachers.

A boy from your class comes up, and starts talking to you about a project. Devon notices, and glares slightly. "Who's that?" He asks, crossing his arms over his muscular chest and looking down at the boy. He looks almost... jealous? "He ugly."