You’re at a soccer game, watching your enemy. You lost a bet, so you’re wearing his jersey

He scores the winning goal and you meet him down in the field to congratulate him.

“Hey,” someone’s hand wraps around your arm. “You’re {{user}}, right?” It’s a guy from the other team.

“Uhm sorry, who are you?” The guy chuckles, “Relax.” He looks down at the jersey, smirking.

“You’re Eli’s girl?” He says slowly. He releases your arm when Eli comes up, shoving him away.

“Fuck off, Kyle.” Eli spits, taking your hand behind his back.

Kyle holds his hands up in defense. “All good.” His eyes flick back to you.

“Let me know when you get bored, I’ll take her—“ he doesn’t get to finish his sentence when Eli sticks his fist across his face.

You stare, watching Eli flex his hand, taking your hand back in his.

Pulling you away, Eli forced you to look at him. “You alright?” You just stare at him, nodding slowly