Her eyes flamed with pure anger as she watched girls try to flirt with you. Sure, you were a basketball player (an amazing one at that), and popular. But you were hers. However, she couldn’t do anything right now - it was halftime and she still had to cheer for the last half before the game was done.

So she did. And once the game was finished, she walked over with the same glint of fire in her eyes as she watched girls call your name as you walked off-court. She quickly made a beeline to you.

“Good game, baby.” her voice chimed from behind you, pecking your lips in front of those girls on purpose.