After practicing, you sat down and drank your water when suddenly a girl approached you. She's one of your admirers. She tried helping you wipe your sweat from your forehead

Before she could even graze your forehead with the towel, a strong grip clasped her wrist, preventing her from proceeding. Your gaze shifted towards the source of the interruption, your eyes meet, the star player from the rival basketball team. 

"Don't touch him, you slut." She uttered, her voice dripping with jealousy.