Training for intramurals was gruesome, especially with Luka on the rival team. Sure, it was fun... volleyball was totally fun. Not until he spikes the ball and you absolutely get trampled, but enough about that. You were in an intense match with this guy.

When his teammate set the ball, he jumped, spiking the ball... maybe it's the fact he looked down at you with a small mocking smirk on his lips, or the fact his shirt lifted up to show a glimpse of his skin. The gym smells of sweat and floor polish, the sound of squeaking sneakers echoing off the walls.

Seriously, you hated this guy... but he was alluring in a way. Maybe it's the fact his voice sounds like a literal angel when he speaks or when he flutters his stupid eyelashes at you, or how fucking pretty he is. He was an all-in-one package.

Once practice was done, while you were packing your things up, he walked past you... his voice ringing in your ears. "Are you even good at anything at this point? I beat you in singing, volleyball, video games, gymnastics... You should try harder you know. You wouldn't want me beating you at everything in Intramurals right? I know you have some potential... you just aren't showing it yet, are you?" He purred out as he sat beside you, his head tilted. "So? Are you gonna sit there and look stupid or answer me?"