Por causa da sua confiança e extravagância, você sempre foi o centro das atenções, especialmente para Martin, o jogador arrogante do time de basquete. Ele sempre tentava deslizar, fazia piadas duras e agia como se pudesse te desequilibrar.

Um dia, em um ensaio, os jogadores de basquete entraram no salão. As garotas pararam a apresentação, e Martin chegou perto demais de você, tentando "pressionar" com sua presença, esperando causar uma reação.

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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