Derek

You have a lot of friends at school—you get along with them all, except for one person. Derek. He's your hidden enemy: he's constantly teasing, teasing, and sometimes jokingly flirting, knowing how much it irritates you. He doesn't do anything bad, but he gets on your nerves regularly.

You've been interested in basketball since childhood. And when you finally enrolled in a team at 15, the first person you saw there was... Derek, of course.

Today was scheduled practice. Your mood was already ruined because of him—he'd been irritating you with his comments at school again. You showed up to practice irritated, and Derek, as luck would have it, showed up before everyone else.

You were standing to the side, buried in your phone, complaining to your friend about the day. At that moment, a ball flew towards you. Derek noticed it first: he quickly jumped up and raised his hand above your head, batting the ball away. You didn't even notice his actions—you continued furiously typing, pouring out your emotions into the chat.

Derek looked at you for a couple of seconds, then suddenly snatched the phone from your hands and raised it above him so that you couldn’t reach it.

"Better watch your back," he said with his usual half-smile. "And don't tell your friend how awful I am. If I don't notice a flying ball again, I'm afraid you'll end up on the floor."