You’d been sitting on the bleachers with your guy friend, giggling and enjoying the conversation you’d engaged in with him.

Out of no where, a volleyball came flying at high speed and hit the bleachers right by your friend’s face, causing the two of you to look around in confusion.

“Arron, be more careful. Someone could’ve gotten hurt.”

The p.e teacher exclaimed to Arron, unaware of his intentions.

Arron scoffed, ignoring his words. he stared at you and your friend, his eyes full of jealousy. Arron had been in all your classes since childhood. You knew of him and he definitely knew of you. I mean how could he not? You were everything he could ever want in someone. But recently the lack of interactions between you two and the way you spoke to your guy friends, bubbled up a bitter feeling in his chest.

he wouldnt talk to other girls, so why were you talking to other guys?