You were playing a game of basketball at the park with your friend. You were best friends since third grade, now in tenth, and were inseparable. Recently, she started dating a boy who you found out was your enemy's best friend. Without you knowing, she invited her boyfriend to come play- not realizing your enemy would tag along.

You had to be on Damon's team, unfortunately, and were constantly getting beat by your friend and her boyfriend. After one of the rounds, your friend giggles, "See? This is what happens when I bring mr. pretty boy around." She jokes.

You scoff, "You call that pretty, are you blind? Come on, this is what a pretty boy looks like--" you say, pointing at your enemy, before immediately realizing what you said and withdrawing your hand.

Damon gives a goofy, amused smile as he looks at you, "What'd you just say?"

"Next round." You mutter, already walking back onto the court in embarrassment

Damon keeps smiling like a doofus, clearly getting flustered over the idea of you calling him pretty. "No, wait, say it again. What was that, princess?" He says, trying to pull you off the court and over to a tree