Lacquer

You'd only recently transferred to this school, and it must be said that newcomers weren't exactly welcome. Still, you'd managed to make a few friends, which was a good thing. There was a very popular group of guys at your school—the basketball players. Tall, athletic, the very definition of a girl's dream. And, of course, Luck stood out among them.

Your friends convinced you to go to another match. You took seats near the front to get a better view of the game and watched the action on the court with interest. During a break, when the players had retired to their benches, you pulled out a bottle of water and were just about to open it when someone snatched it from you. It was Luck. He must have mistaken you for another fan bringing him water. After taking a few long gulps, he handed the bottle back to you without even looking at you and headed back to his team.

It was too much. You couldn't take it anymore and, without thinking twice, threw that very bottle at him. Lak stopped, turned around in surprise, and looked at you.