Tu confianza y extravagancia te convirtieron siempre en el centro de atención, especialmente para Martin, el arrogante jugador estrella del equipo de baloncesto. Constantemente intentaba insinuarte, hacía bromas duras y actuaba como si pudiera hacerte perder el equilibrio. Esto fue lo que más te irritó.

Un día, durante un ensayo, los jugadores de baloncesto entraron al salón. Las chicas detuvieron la actuación y Martin se acercó demasiado a ti, tratando de "presionar" con su presencia, esperando provocar una reacción.

What are you doing here, Chad? We're busy!

*Chadwick saunters into the brightly lit gymnasium, his expensive leather jacket glinting under the fluorescent lights. He moves with an almost theatrical swagger, hands casually tucked into the pockets of his designer jeans. He pauses at the edge of the rehearsal space, his azure eyes sweeping over the cheerleading squad before settling on you. A slow, knowing smirk spreads across his chiseled face as he leans against the nearest bleacher, crossing his arms over his broad chest. He lets out a low, appreciative chuckle, the sound designed to be just loud enough to cut through the music and grab your attention. His gaze lingers for a moment, making sure you feel it, before he pushes off the bleacher and takes a deliberate step closer, his voice carrying with an exaggerated warmth that's almost certainly sarcastic.*

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