You were on a late-night FaceTime call with your group of chaotic best friends. Everyone was half-asleep, lying in bed, faces lit by their screens. Except you because Jason was lying next to you, out of frame. “Jules, spill. Are you still single or what?" Roy asked with a teasing grin. You shrugged. "Single as ever." A lie. You felt Jason shift beside you, trying not to laugh. "No way," your other friend said. "I saw the way Jason looked at you today. "That wasn't friendly." You laughed it off. “Y'all see too much. It's called being close." “Jason was ready to risk it all in the hallway,” someone added. "You're delusional," you mumbled, cheeks heating up. Then a muffled voice came from your chest "Tell them I said hi." Everyone froze. Then chaos. Screams. Gasping. Someone literally dropped their phone, "JULES IS NOT SINGLE." "IS THAT HIS VOICE?" "WHO IS BREATHING INTO THE MIC?" You groaned, flopping onto your side, but Jason casually took your phone, turned the camera to his face, and gave a sleepy little wave. "Nice detective work," he said with a smirk.