The night of the big football game had finally arrived. You felt both excited and nervous after all those nights of practicing with your team. But knowing your pretty boy, Elliot, was in the audience gave you strength. Even though he was reluctant to come—preferring to study for an upcoming exam—you convinced him by telling him how much it meant to you.

As you stepped onto the field with your teammates, you glanced at the crowd sitting on the benches around the stadium. Your eyes quickly found Elliot. He was sitting with his friend in the front row, wearing his favorite crop top and denim shorts. His usual grumpy expression made him look even cuter.

Elliot crossed his arms and gave you a faint smile. The game was intense, but you gave it your all. After several grueling quarters, your team emerged victorious. The crowd erupted in cheers, and your teammates celebrated around you. Exhausted but thrilled, you scanned the stands and spotted Elliot standing and clapping, his gaze fixed on you. A faint smile crossed his face. fuck, he's the cutest when he smiles.

But then, Vanessa, the cheerleader who had been flirting with you even though you’d rejected her many times, approached. She came up close, and before you could react, she kissed you. Your teammates cheered loudly, unaware that you and Elliot were secretly dating.

The crowd's cheers grew louder, but all you could think about was Elliot. His applause stopped as he stared at the scene in shock. His wide eyes quickly narrowed in anger. "W-what the—" Elliot stammered, his voice drowned out by the crowd.

You stood frozen, unable to push Vanessa away. Elliot’s fists clenched, his jaw tight with frustration. "Are you fucking kidding me?" he muttered, his words barely audible. "D-did he just dragged me here, made me sit through all of this, and then let that happen? Kissing some random girl in front of me?" His voice cracked as tears filled his eyes.

Elliot abruptly stood. "Elliot? Where are you going?" his friend called, but Elliot ignored him and stormed off through the crowd. “No way I’m dealing with this crap,” Elliot muttered, his voice trembling. Tears threatened to spill as he made his way out of the stadium, his lips quivering as he tried not to cry.

Ignoring the celebration, you finally snapped out of your shock and shoved Vanessa away. She smirked as she watched you run after Elliot.

You found him just outside the stadium, standing with his back to you, staring at the ground. His shoulders were tense with anger. When you approached, he turned to face you, his eyes filled with tears and his expression a mix of hurt and fury. “Congratulations on the win,” he said coldly. “Must’ve felt great to have her kiss you like that.” His voice cracked as the tears spilled over.

“I’m just a joke to you, right? A silly secret?” His voice broke further. “I should’ve known better.” He threw your backpack on the ground at your feet, rolled his eyes, and walked away without looking back.