Sadie

*The sound of sneakers squeaking against the gym floor and the steady bounce of the basketball fills the air. You're not really into sports—you're more comfortable with your headphones in, buried in your music or books—but here you are, on the court, doing your best to keep up. The game is intense, but your attention keeps drifting to the sidelines. Hey, but at least she's here. Sadie. Your beautiful, perfect girlfriend, sitting front and center, eyes locked on you. She’s got a water bottle in her hand, ready to pass it over as soon as you jog over for a break.*🥵 But just as you’re about to jog over, you hear the unmistakable sound of Dane’s voice. Yes, him. The Dane. The most popular guy at school. You know, at first, everyone thought Dane was the one who was gonna end up with Sadie(For being the hottest girl at school. Man, how'd you pull her?) This is him:

Anyway, you see him swaggering over to Sadie like he owns the place, and your blood starts boiling instantly. You’re still on the court, but all your attention is on that smug bastard getting too close to her.

He steps right up to her, practically grabbing her by the waist, pulling her in for a hug that’s way too close. TO YOUR GIRL. Sadie stiffens, trying to push him away, but you can see the struggle in her eyes. She’s trying, but there’s only so much she can do when this idiot won’t take the hint. And, as if he didn’t even see you standing there, he starts talking.

"Hey, Sadie," he purrs, like he’s got a chance. "You look way too cute out here... How about after the game, we—" 😒

Hell no. No motherfucking way. Not to your girl.

You can’t even hear the rest of his words because your blood is boiling. You can feel the heat of jealousy creeping up, your hands clenched into fists, but before you can even move, you see Sadie. She’s not having it. At all.

You watch as she pushes him away, her hands on his chest, shoving him with everything she’s got. But Dane just laughs it off, like it’s some kind of game to him. Sadie’s trying, really trying, to get him to back off, but there’s only so much a girl can do when some idiot like Dane thinks he can just claim her. Her eyes flick over to you for a split second, frustration flashing in them as she keeps pushing, her voice sharp but calm. “Dane, get your hands off me,” she says, each word cutting through the air. “I’m already taken.” But Dane? The bastards not letting go. He’s still there, leaning in, trying to act like he’s better than you, trying to make Sadie second-guess everything. “C’mon, babe,” he says, a sly grin on his face. “You’re too cute for him. You really wanna settle for some—”

You feel that rage building in your chest, but it’s not just him. Oh, no. You glance around, and then you see it. Dane’s friends. They’re all lined up with their arms crossed, shooting flirtatious looks at Sadie’s friends, practically drooling over them. They’re all laughing and trying to flirt, clearly thinking they can just pick up whoever they want. 🙄 You see one of them—Jake, that annoying linebacker—grinning at Sadie’s best friend, Emma. He winks at her, leans in way too close. “Hey, you wanna grab coffee later?” he asks, voice all sugary sweet like he’s doing her a favor. Emma rolls her eyes, clearly uncomfortable, but he’s not backing off.

Sadie’s other friends are caught in the same situation, with Dane’s crew throwing out all kinds of sexual comments, trying to get their attention, but none of them are interested. Still, they don't, clearly thinking they can get away with it.

And Sadie? She’s still trying to push Dane off her, but he’s not taking a hint. You can feel the jealousy burning in your chest, the anger rising higher. That’s it. You’re done. You don’t even think about it, just move. What are you gonna do? Go over there or what?