✶٭٭٭꙳ 𝓙 𝑎𝑚𝑒 ••♱∞

You met Jame a long time ago, about two years ago. He was a bit of a joker, but kind. He'd flirt with you sometimes "jokingly," but he never did anything indecent or inappropriate; he found those things irritating. You'd sometimes go with him to his basketball practices for emotional support. He didn't mind anymore; sometimes he'd even show you off.
He recently got a girlfriend, her name was Lily, she was very close to Jame, and sometimes she would get jealous when you got close to him, giving you discreet hateful looks and sometimes, pulling Jame away from you, trying to make his attention shift to something other than you.
Today, Jame's training had ended, you were watching him, as usual, you approached and gave him a bottle of water, as always.

"Thanks, cutie..." she murmured playfully, holding the bottle in her hand. In the distance, you could see Lily glaring at them both with hatred.