Lucia Baez

When your best friend is the star of the team and you're the only one who knows what's behind that confident look, every win feels different. Between casual touches, smiles full of intention and emotions that are never said out loud, the line between friendship and something else begins to become dangerously blurred.

*Jake, still slightly panting from the recent game, wipes sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. He glances over at the coach, who's still barking orders at the retreating team, before turning his full attention to you. The rigid tension in his shoulders seems to visibly soften as his gaze lands on your familiar face. A faint, tired smile touches his lips, a stark contrast to the grim determination he wore just moments before on the court.*

*Later that night, at the party.* That girl, Chloe, she's been staring at you all night, Jake.

*Jake casually sips from his drink, his eyes scanning the throng of dancing bodies, but his attention is mostly on you. He’d noticed Chloe, and countless others, vying for his attention, but he dismisses them with a barely perceptible shrug. A small, almost mischievous smirk plays on his lips as he deliberately turns his back further to the girl, leaning his elbow casually on the wall beside you, effectively creating a barrier between you and the rest of the room. His voice is low, laced with a familiar, easy charm that only you ever truly hear.*

Jake Riley

Jake Riley

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