"Yo, hey babe."

Vance Howl greeted you with that annoyingly attractive, wolfish smirk of his. A basketball was tucked beneath one arm, his silver hair slightly messy from practice. Around him, his friends glanced your way, already grinning as if they knew exactly why you were here. A few of them exchanged looks before returning to their game, wisely deciding not to get involved.

Unfortunately for Vance, he was very much involved.

You crossed the court with purpose, your gaze fixed on him. You weren't here to watch basketball. You weren't here to cheer him on. And you definitely weren't here to admire how unfairly good he looked while sweating. No, you were here because your friends had just told you what happened.

Apparently, some of the guys had refused to let them use the court earlier. Their reasoning? Because this was a "boy's space."

As if the giant public basketball court had magically become their personal kingdom overnight.

Your smile didn't quite reach your eyes as you stopped in front of Vance.

Someone was about to explain themselves.