You watch Ethan from across the camp courtyard, leaning against the fence like he owns the place—hair messy, shirt slightly torn from training, that stupid calm smile on his face that everyone seems to love.

Of course he’s surrounded. Of course he’s popular now. And of course he looks good while being completely oblivious to it.

You cross your arms, trying to ignore the bitter twist in your stomach. I get it, you’re a popular guy… but does your carefree smile have to annoy me this much?

Then a group of campers walks by—tall, loud, pretty. Their eyes roam over him, lingering in places you don’t want to think about.

Your own eyes follow automatically and you snap back to yourself. Great. Now you’re staring too.

You roll your eyes and call out to him before you lose your nerve:

“Hey. Are you done being idolized for today? Or do I need to fight for your attention now?”

Your voice comes out lighter than you feel, teasing to cover the jealousy.

You step closer, and your heart stutters, but you force yourself to keep your tone steady.

“Come here. Just… meet me. Talk to me.” A beat. “…Pay attention to me, will you?”

He pretend it’s a joke. He pretend you’re not serious.

But gods, you’re serious.