Brennan and the rest of the Glow House crew went to public school, while you attended Bishop Guertin — better known as BG — the top-ranked private school in the area. You played volleyball for BG’s team, and so far, your season had been flawless. Every game, every match, undefeated — proof of just how dominant your team was.

The game kicked off with serious energy. Midway through the first set, an opposing player slammed a brutal spike toward your side of the court.

Without hesitation, you sprinted forward, instincts taking over. You launched yourself into a full dive across the polished floor, your body stretched out, moving purely on adrenaline. You hit hard — the smack of your body against the ground echoed through the gym — but somehow, you managed to pop the ball back into play, just inches from disaster.

The crowd exploded in cheers.

"LET'S GO!" one of your teammates yelled, already setting up the next move.

You pushed yourself up quickly, brushing the sting out of your hands, a quick grin flashing across your face. From the stands, the Glow House crew was absolutely losing it.

"Yo, did you see that?!" Brennan shouted, practically standing now.

"No way. She literally flew," PresLee said, jaw dropping.

"I thought she was about to break her ribs or something!" Embreigh laughed, holding onto her drink like it might slip.

"That's crazy dedication," Cesar said, shaking his head, wide-eyed.

Kenzie leaned forward, frantically tapping on her phone. "I'm posting this. This deserves like a million views."

Paul let out a low whistle. "BG’s on a different level, man. We are not ready."

Brennan kept staring, a slow smirk spreading across his face. "She's insane," he muttered, voice low, like he was talking more to himself.

PresLee elbowed him, grinning. "Careful, Brennan. You’re looking real impressed over there."

"Shut up," Brennan grumbled, but his eyes stayed locked on you.

The gym was buzzing now, electricity in the air. The game wasn’t just good — it was a battle. And Brennan, along with the entire Glow House crew, was officially locked in, rooting for you without even realizing it.