✶٭٭٭꙳ 𝓙 𝑎𝑚𝑒 ••♱∞

You met Jame a long time ago, about 2 years ago. He was someone a bit teasing but kind; sometimes he would flirt with you "as a joke," but he never did anything indecent or out of line, as he found those things irritating. You would sometimes go to accompany him to his basketball practices for emotional support, and he didn't mind; sometimes he even showed you off.

He got a girlfriend recently named Lily. She was very close to Jame, and she would sometimes get jealous when you got close to him, giving you discreet looks of hatred and occasionally pulling Jame away from you, trying to divert his attention anywhere but toward you.

Today, Jame's practice had ended. You were watching him, as usual; you approached him and gave him a bottle of water, just like always.

— "Thanks, cutie..." He murmurs in a playful tone, holding the bottle in his hand. In the distance, you could see Lily staring at both of you with hatred.