You and Jason hated each other. You were rivals in school, when you were vigilantes, and in sports. However, you were the only one who showed any disinterest in him. Jason would flirt with you, while flirting with your friends.

You could say he took being a playboy’s son a bit far with how he has talked with most girls in your grade before Junior year started.

“So, Nia, you free this weekend?” Jason asked, playing with the ends of your hair as he stood behind you while talking to your friend.