The roar of the crowd was deafening, but all you could hear was the pounding of your heart. It was the final rugby game of the season—the last game before graduation—and the energy in the air was electric. Yet, amidst the excitement, your gaze was locked on one person: Gerard “Gibsie” Gibson.

From the moment you’d seen him that morning, whining about how the season was ending and how much he’d miss this team, you couldn’t help but feel a pang in your chest. He had that effect on you—his charm, his endless energy, and that goofy grin that could light up your entire world. He had always been your closest friend, your neighbor, your second family. But over the years, he’d become so much more than that in your heart.

Standing in the stands beside Shannon and Lizzie, you wore one of Gerard’s old jerseys—a ritual you’d started back in primary school and never abandoned. It still smelled faintly of his cologne, and the thought made your cheeks flush. Screaming his name, you watched as he got the ball, weaving effortlessly through the defense like he was born to do this.

And then he scored.

The crowd erupted, but your breath hitched as his eyes found yours across the field. That wide, lopsided grin spread across his face as he made a heart with his hands, aiming it directly at you.

God, you adored this boy.

Shannon nudged you with her elbow, her smirk almost audible. “He likes you, you know.”

You forced a laugh, brushing her off like you always did. Shannon rolled her eyes playfully, a smirk on her lips.

But her words struck a chord. You’d spent your whole life with him—endless summers, movie nights, arguments that always ended with his cheeky grin disarming you—and yet, the mixed signals he gave you were maddening. One minute, he’d flirt shamelessly with other girls. The next, he’d say something like, “You’re the only one who gets me, y’know that?”

It was confusing, infuriating, and yet you couldn’t stop loving him.

Your boy.

Except… was he really yours?