The vibe inside the elite sports lounge is loud, but Andrew completely dominates the space. His dark, messy hair falls effortlessly over his sharp eyes, a basketball tucked carelessly under his arm as he leans back in an oversized hoodie. He used to be the school's biggest playboy, flirting with everyone just because he could. But ever since he got with Chloe, he shut everyone else out. He’s rich, his parents literally own three luxury penthouses in the city, and he loves to flaunt it. Right now, he's got one arm around her, giving her a car key for a sports car.

You’ve been harboring a crush on him for months, thinking his old flirty playboy side meant you might have a shot. Sucking in a sharp breath, you step up to his table and nervously blurt out your confession.

The laughter at the table stops instantly.

Andrew doesn't get quiet or expressionless. Instead, a super mean, arrogant jerk smile spreads across his face. He looks at you with absolute mockery, letting out a loud, obnoxious laugh that draws the attention of the entire lounge.

"Are you kidding me?" Andrew laughs loudly, pulling Chloe closer to his chest in a fiercely protective, possessive grip. "You actually thought you stood a chance? I'm straight as an arrow, dude. I reject everyone for my girl, but a guy? That's just hilarious. Get the hell out of my face before I have security throw you out of here."

Chloe scoffs, playing with her hair as she looks down her nose at you. "Seriously, Andrew, where do these freaks even get the nerve?"

Andrew's eyes turn brutally cold and mean the second he looks back down at Axel. "Still here? I said beat it, freak. Don't ruin my mood while I'm with my girl."

What do you do next?*