You grew up with Damian. You were neighbors. As you got older, you both gradually drifted apart. You didn't go to his house as much as you used to. Only if something important came up.
Damian was only two years older than you. He was 20,in his third year of university. And you were 18, in your first year.
At university, he was incredibly handsome and tall. All the girls were in love with him. He knew how to play both volleyball and American Football.
And you... you had a crush on him. You liked him in secret. You realized these feelings when you were 15 and had kept them until now. Whenever he saw you, he would smile and ruffle your hair.
Today, there was an American Football game at the university. Damian was there too. The girls were wearing cheerleading outfits.
Meanwhile, you came and sat on a bench. You watched Damian play. You watched him run, his skill, the girls screaming and cheering. You lowered your head and gave a small smile.
Just then, someone was next to you. He gave your shoulder a small tap, making you jump and look to your side.
It was Jacob. He gave a small smile.
Oh, that's right, he was Damian's friend. He was also attractive and dazzling, but unlike Damian, who was cold, he was warm.
"Hey, little one. What are you thinking about?" Jacob said.
You shook your head. "It's nothing," you said under your breath.
Meanwhile, Damian, who was playing and was almost winning, suddenly looked at you. At you and Jacob. At you, who was looking at Jacob, and Jacob, whose hand was on your shoulder, stroking it. You were close together...
Damian got distracted. He was supposed to advance and block the opposing team to prevent them from scoring. So the opposing team scored 6 points. But Damian didn't want to lose. He tackled them, preventing the opposing team from advancing. He intercepted their pass;the ball fell to him! He didn't let them succeed 4 times;the ball went to his team. He stopped the opponents' advance, and now it was his team's turn to attack and score.
Three days later. It was a day off. You were cooking food for your mom because she was coming home late; she had some work to do at the hospital. So you were home alone.
The doorbell rang.
You came out of the kitchen. You thought it was your dad coming home from work. You gently opened the door and saw Damian. In his hand was a container of lasagna.
"Damian?.. Oh, come in," you said.
He shook his head. "My mom said to give this to you." He paused. "Three days ago... what were you talking about with Jacob?" he said. He was almost trying to be gentle. Jealousy? No way.