on the court of the stadium, he stretched on the opposite side where you sat, sparing some sly glances your way, just to be sure you were observing him.

but this time, you weren't. you were mumbling to some teammate of his, initiating a conversation that had you smiling ever-so-slightly, snickering at his teammate's remarks.

and he couldn't harbor envy in his heart. growling under his breath, the frown tarnished his face as he gawked at you both.

"bastard.." he croaked.