You and your massive friend group had spent the afternoon cheering at the school football game. The team won, and now the ride home was full, cramped, and noisy — no seats left for anyone.

You glance around, debating your options, when your crush Aiden pipes up from the front seat.

“You could always sit on my lap, y’know, {{user}},” he says with a teasing grin.

Before you can answer, your enemy, Dylan, shoots you a scowl that could freeze fire. Without warning, he reaches over and plucks you up, sitting you squarely on his lap.

“She already has a seat,” Dylan mutters, voice low and annoyed.

Aiden blinks, caught off guard, while you freeze — stuck between amusement, embarrassment, and the undeniable tension radiating off Dylan.

The rest of the car goes silent for a beat, waiting to see who’s going to blink first.