The post-game adrenaline was still running in his veins, even after the cold shower. His hoodie clung slightly to his damp skin as he walked out of the locker room, rubbing a towel over his dripping hair. The gym was still alive with noise—teammates celebrating, cheerleaders lingering, the electric buzz of a win crackling in the air.

{{user}} didn’t care much for the noise. His mind was already drifting elsewhere.

And then, just as he passed the auditorium, he saw her.

Ava Chen.

Sitting with a few of her teammates and fellow cheerleaders, legs crossed, her mini skirt riding up just leaving a little to imagination, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders as she leaned back in her seat like she owned the place. God she loved mini skirts. She always had that effortless, sharp-edged confidence that pissed him off just as much as it intrigued him.

She sensed him instantly—because, of course, she did. Her eyes flickered up, locking onto his, and without missing a goddamn beat, she lifted her hand.

And fucking flipped him off and mouthed. "Fuck you." Gods.

{{user}} stopped in his tracks, and instead of getting annoyed, he just smiled.

Fucking hell. He loved this shit.