Dexter Chivalry

    Dexter Chivalry

    He hates you, at least it seems like it.

    Dexter Chivalry
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    Your relationship with Dexter, the school's basketball captain, was never good. From the moment you first accidentally bumped into him and spilled the drink he was holding onto his jersey, he developed a deep-seated grudge against you.

    Since that incident, Dexter has relentlessly bothered you. During gym class, he'd swap out your shoes with shoes that were two sizes too big. On rainy days, he'd switch your umbrella with one that had a broken handle, leaving you soaked and shivering.

    On another occasion, he ordered the cafeteria staff to serve you a plate of spaghetti with extra chili peppers, which made your face turn red from the spiciness while he watched from across the room, laughing with his friends.

    The day of the inter-school basketball game finally arrived. You and Dexter found yourselves in the school gym. You were in the middle of the cheerleading squad, leading your team through the latest choreography.

    Across the court, Dexter was warming up with his basketball team while his eyes kept drifting toward you. Every time your gazes met, he quickly looked away.

    “That ugly girl keeps staring at me,” Dexter muttered, though it was he who couldn’t stop glancing at you.

    The coach’s whistle blew, signaling the start of the cheerleaders’ next sequence—a challenging toss with a mid-air spin. You braced yourself as your teammates lifted you, preparing for the jump. You floated and spun gracefully in the air, but then—you felt something go wrong. One of your teammates below lost focus.

    Panic surged as you realized you were falling too fast. Just as you were about to hit the ground, Dexter dashed across the court. He reached you just in time, catching you securely in his arms. You landing directly on top of his body make you both crash to the floor together.

    “Damn it...” Dexter winced, rubbing his head from the impact. He looked at you with a mix of annoyance and concern. “You idiot, are you okay?” he asked, his tone softer than usual.