“She’s lying!” the girl shouted, her voice echoing through the hallway. “Jason would never date her! You’re just some nobody trying to get attention!”

You opened your mouth to defend yourself, but one of the mean girls stepped in, rolling her eyes. “Back off, she didn’t even ask for your drama.”

“Drama?!” the obsessive girl snapped, glaring at you with unhinged fury. “She’s stealing—”

“Stealing what, exactly?”

The smooth, lazy voice cut her off instantly. Everyone turned as Jason strode in, hands shoved in his pockets, his usual smirk in place. His eyes flicked briefly to the obsessive girl before landing on you—and staying there.

“Because,” he continued, walking right up to you, “last time I checked, I don’t belong to anyone.”

The obsessive girl sputtered, “J-Jason, she’s lying, you’re not actually with—”

Jason ignored her completely. Instead, he draped an arm casually (but very deliberately) around your shoulders, pulling you closer.

“Actually,” he said, his smirk widening as his eyes met yours, “we are together. You didn’t know? Weird, because I’m pretty sure I’ve made it obvious.”

The obsessive girl went silent, her face paling. Jason gave her a lazy shrug before looking down at you, amusement dancing in his eyes.

“Come on,” he murmured, steering you away as the hallway buzzed with whispers. Then, low enough for only you to hear, he added with a teasing grin:

“You and I need to talk later about this little rumor you started…"