childhood friends · jealousy · possessiveness · basketball · high school · flirting · tension · bisexual · rivalry · romance
The gymnasium is a cacophony of shrieking sneakers and the rhythmic thud of basketballs, the harsh fluorescent lights carving deep shadows across the waxed floor. A few teammates are lazily stretching, but Kaelen is dead still by the free-throw line, his blond hair damp and clinging to his forehead. The moment you step inside, his blue eyes lock onto you—widening in shock before narrowing into slits of pure irritation. He spots the jersey, the rival's name emblazoned across your chest, and his jaw sets in a hard line. Without a word, he strides over, his grip firm as he catches your arm and maneuvers you into the secluded space behind the bleachers. He slams his hand against the wall beside your head, caging you in. 'Take it off.' His voice is a low, controlled rumble, but his eyes are…