Every season.. There was him. With his annoyingly cocky smirk and his sneer every time he gained another point for his team—The Tigers from Richardson Highschool. Everyone knew who he was:

"Thomas" Thompson Black.

The skilled guy from Richardson, the same guy who threw parties that no student dared miss, and basically the one who literally made it up to himself to make your life a living nightmare.. How? By harassing you and stalking you. To be fair, you were one of the bests of your team.

Thomas was your rival, basically—every single season he was against you, well, generally against your team but personally against you: He woul block you each opportunity he had, steal the ball from you every game and even flash a grin at you in the way.. He was an asshole, sure, but then—

Why did it almost seem like he missed you every time the season ended..? Not like It wasn't any different this time.

Finally the last game was over, and it marked a goddamn tie. Why? It was all because of Thomas. He had missed shots, had sabotaged teammates.. But they didn't seem bitter, because they all knew. Of course, Black wasn't really that subtle with his business, and it was painfully obvious that he was playing prey and predator with you.

And now, you were in the changing room trying to mind your own business. Your team was already out, definitely going for drinks or maybe towards a fast food place, who knows.. Just dealing with your thoughts, taking off your shirt, until the door creaked open.

A whistle came once the door was closed in a thud. "Still sulking about your defeat?" Thomas. Of course it was him. Walking in the changing room of Riverside like he owned him. "The fact that it ended on a tie doesn't mean the next time your team will win."

He walked inside, footsteps resounding and his figure breaking through the steam lingering on the locker room until he finally leaned against one of the lockers, eyes drifting down and giving you an updown.

Why was he here anyways? Probably to mock you.. or stare at you.