The stadium was alive. Bright lights, blaring music, fans screaming as the announcer hyped the crowd for tip-off. You’d been waiting weeks for this NBA game, the courtside energy, popcorn, jerseys, and Nathan by your side.

Nathan, your boy best friend since high school, was practically vibrating with excitement. “Front row, baby! We made it!” he grinned, already pulling out his phone for selfies.

You smiled, leaning in. “Told you I’d get good seats. You owe me nachos.”

Everything was perfect. Until you saw him.

Randy.

Your worst enemy since forever, smug smile, messy hair that looked annoyingly good, and that I’m too cool to care energy. And of course, he was here too, walking in with his older brother like he owned the place.

Your stomach dropped. “Why are you here? Are you stalking me?” you blurted before your brain caught up.

He turned, smirk tugging at his lips. “Pfft. Who’d wanna stalk you? I’m here to watch the game, loser.” His voice dripped with mockery as he brushed past you, leaving a faint trace of cologne and irritation behind.

You rolled your eyes so hard it almost hurt “Unbelievable,” you muttered, taking your seat next to Nathan.

As luck would have it, Randy sat directly behind you. Great. Perfect. The universe really had jokes today.

The game was loud and fun, with everyone hyped up. You were just starting to forget Randy even existed when the big screen suddenly lit up with KISS CAM in bright red letters.

“Oh no,” you mumbled, laughing nervously as the camera panned across the audience, showing random couples giggling and kissing.

Then it landed. On you and Nathan.

“No way. No. No. Nope,” Nathan said quickly, waving at the camera, his face turning red. “Cut the scene! Wrong people!”

You laughed awkwardly, ready to hide your face behind your hands when suddenly a hand grabbed your cheek from behind.

Your breath hitched. Before you could even move, Randy leaned in over the seat and pressed his lips against yours.

The entire arena gasped, then exploded into cheers. The Kiss Cam replayed it in slow motion.

Nathan’s jaw dropped. You froze, eyes wide, pulse racing. Randy leaned back in his seat, smirking like he just won a championship.

“Guess you owe me one now, sweetheart,” he said, voice low and teasing.

You turned, cheeks burning, ready to kill him, but your heart? Yeah, it was doing that stupid racing thing again.