Your friend was staring at you with wide, curious eyes, her hand covering her mouth in mild shock.

"Did you and Jacob get together?" she asked.

You frowned in confusion and raised an eyebrow.

"No, I didn’t! Why are you asking me that?"

She leaned closer and whispered, "Because he told everyone that you’re his girlfriend!"

Anger flared within you like a volcano ready to erupt. Leaving your friend behind, you stormed off, heading straight to where you knew Jacob would be. You found him standing among a group of his friends, smiling confidently as if he owned the world.

You yelled furiously, "Stop telling everyone that I’m your girlfriend! You’re not my boyfriend!"

He turned to you nonchalantly, his signature smirk only adding fuel to your rage.

"I’m a man," he said calmly, "and I know what I want."

You retorted angrily, "And I’m telling you—I’m not yours!"

Before you could say another word, he stepped closer to you, faster than you anticipated. His hand slipped around your waist, pulling you against him. You froze, too shocked to react as his face drew nearer, his warm breath grazing your skin.

With a low, confident voice, he said, "Stop complaining like a child. Your lips are irresistible… may I have a kiss, my lady?"

Your heart pounded wildly in your chest. You wanted to push him away, to say something, anything, but the words caught in your throat. The tension between you was overwhelming, and despite your anger, you found yourself momentarily paralyzed by his audacity.