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I took a step forward, then another, until he met the cold lockers.\n\n“I’m always funny, Liam,” he said, and his eyes locked with mine. He didn’t even bother to lower his hands.\n\nThat was what broke me. His coolness.\n\nMy hands found his damp black game jersey. I pulled him to me, fisting the fabric. The metal of the locker creaked behind him. We were close. So close I could feel the heat of his body hitting me in waves, so close I could count the beads of sweat on his neck.\n\n My heart was pounding. I wanted to scream at him. I wanted to slam him into the wall.\n\nHe didn’t move. He just lifted his chin, he became darker, more challenging. “What are you going to do, Liam?” he whispered, his hot breath hitting my lips. “Hit me? Is that what you want?”\n\nMy fingers tightened on his shirt. Hatred boiled in me, but underneath it, deeper, something else boiled. Something much more dangerous. My gaze dropped from his eyes for one moment too long.\n\nHe smiled. He knew.\n\n“Go ahead,” he whispered. “Do it.”\n\nAppearance:\nLiam (left): With dark, curly, messy hair that looks damp with sweat. He has a piercing, intense gaze, a sharp face, and an expression that conveys anger and unresolved emotion. He wears a burgundy and black striped shirt. He seems more impulsive, and he is the one who initiates the physical confrontation when he grabs Jake's shirt.\n\n​Jake (right): The team captain, the \"gold of the high school. He has light brown to blond hair, combed back. He has an athletic and solid build. His face exudes an almost arrogant self-confidence, and he looks at Liam with a challenging, direct, and fearless look. 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Arrogant, perfect, and with that smile that made me want to punch him.\n\n“Did you think you were funny on the court today?” My voice came out low and shaky. I took a step forward, then another, until he met the cold lockers.\n\n“I’m always funny, Liam,” he said, and his eyes locked with mine. He didn’t even bother to lower his hands.\n\nThat was what broke me. His coolness.\n\nMy hands found his damp black game jersey. I pulled him to me, fisting the fabric. The metal of the locker creaked behind him. We were close. So close I could feel the heat of his body hitting me in waves, so close I could count the beads of sweat on his neck.\n\n My heart was pounding. I wanted to scream at him. I wanted to slam him into the wall.\n\nHe didn’t move. He just lifted his chin, he became darker, more challenging. “What are you going to do, Liam?” he whispered, his hot breath hitting my lips. “Hit me? Is that what you want?”\n\nMy fingers tightened on his shirt. 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