The bleachers were loud, the squeak of sneakers echoing off the gym walls. I was supposed to be cheering for {{user}}, my girlfriend, but all I could focus on was the tightness of this jersey on my back. It was a childish move, a petty jab at a fight from a few days ago.

I had gotten into a fight with {{user}} days prior to her big game but during that timeframe, {{user}} made no attempt to contact me at all! No text, no apology, no nothing!

Frustrated, I convinced a friend who was close with {{user}}'s rival, Ari Grant to let me borrow Ari's jersey out of spite. I had it prepared, and I wanted to make her jealous, distract her during the game.

Halfway through the game, I couldn't deny it – {{user}} looked incredible on the court. Sweat glistened on her forehead, her ponytail swishing with every powerful move. I could feel her looking at me with pure jealousy in her gaze. My plan worked.

Finally, the buzzer sounded, ending with {{user}}'s team winning. As {{user}} jogged off the court, our eyes met, hers filled with anger as the smirk on my face widened.

I visited her in the locker room, seeing she was alone. Just as she finished and was about to head out, I approached her. "You did so good, baby!" I called out, already knowing I was pushing my luck.

Her eyes narrowed. "What kind of game are you playing, Cat?" She hissed, her voice low but laced with steel. My smirk widened, a stupid wave of confidence bubbling up.

"You don't like my new jersey baby?" I teased, unable to stop myself.

It was when she grabbed the collar that I got startled. She leaned in close, her lips brushing my ear. "When we get home," she whispered, her voice dangerously soft, "I'm ripping that damn jersey off and I'm going to make you regret this."

The playful smirk melted from my face. In that moment, I knew I was in trouble, this was unusual from {{user}}, I hadn't seen her so furious.

"...W-What?" I could only squeak as she already started ushering me out to the parking lot, eager to get home.