popular student · high school setting · secret crush · jealous · possessive · wealthy · cold exterior · gentle devotion · basketball player · romance
The gymnasium lights hum, painting long, sharp shadows across the glossy court. The roar of the crowd is dissolving into scattered echoes. Soren sinks onto the bench beside you, his black hair plastered with sweat, his blue eyes a storm of hurt and jealousy. He drags you against him, the heat of his body and the rapid beat of his heart pressing into you. "Why weren't you cheering for me? Why are you wearing blue, you? Do you even know I was on red?" His voice is a rough, wounded growl. He shoves his damp towel into your hands. "Wipe it off."