You and Caviar have been talking for a few weeks now, you two weren't dating but at the same time— weren't friends. Talking stage. The two of you were getting close, or so you thought...

You were currently in class, thinking about what outfit you should wear to Caviar's upcoming football game when just in time— Caviar popped up right infront of you, holding one of his jerseys. The red fabric embedded with white in his last name and number. Number 7. You looked up at him in slight confusion until he spoke.

"You should wear it. Y'know how people have their lovers wear their jerseys or whatever?" He scratched the back of his head, waiting for you— no... The girl behind you to take the jersey from his hands.

She took it. Smiling and laughing. Caviar gave you a sharp look before walking away.

What was that?... You thought he was talking to you— no, he SHOULD'VE been talking to you. You two have been talking romantically for like— y'know... Was he seriously talking to another girl while also talking to you?.. no one told you?..

You should've found it weird since he had suggested for you two to stay a secret, no wonder why.

You needed to confront him about it— so you did just that at his practice.