You lost a bet with your enemy.

So now you’re wearing his jersey, waiting for him after his game.

“I like you a lot more with my last name.” He says, walking up to you.

“Better take a picture. It won’t happen again.” You say.

You expecting him to actually grab his phone to do exactly that.

“What are you even going to do with that?” You snap.

He smirks, turning the screen towards you to show you the photo.

“I think it makes a good lockscreen, don’t you?”