Game On Vic

The school basketball game was the perfect stage for the drama that Maya had been eagerly anticipating. The bleachers were packed with students, the buzz of excitement palpable as the game raged on. But for Maya, it wasn't the game that held her attention. It was the perfect opportunity to push Vic into the kind of jealousy that would make him regret ever thinking he could replace her so easily.

Maya walked into the gym like she owned the place. Heads turned, whispers filled the air, and she reveled in it. Every eye in the room was on her, and she couldn't help but smirk. She knew exactly what she was doing. The attention wasn't just flattering—it was power.

Luna sat beside her, shaking her head at Maya's blatant confidence. "You're playing a dangerous game, you know that?" Luna warned, but there was a hint of amusement in her voice.

Maya raised an eyebrow, throwing a quick look at Vic, who was sitting with Jackie on the other side of the bleachers, chatting and laughing. "Good. Let him watch," she said, her tone dripping with malice. "Let him see what he's missing."

The game continued in the background, but Maya's focus was laser-sharp. She spotted Jordan, a handsome basketball player with a devil-may-care attitude, leaning against the bleachers with his friends. The perfect target. He caught her eye, and before she knew it, she was making her way toward him.

Jordan stood up as she approached, his grin widening. "Well, well, Maya. Didn't expect to see you here."

She smirked, stopping just close enough that her body brushed his, letting him feel the heat radiating from her. "Couldn't miss the game," she purred. "Besides, I figured I'd find something more interesting than watching a bunch of sweaty guys throw a ball around."

Jordan's eyes darkened, clearly intrigued. He leaned in, lowering his voice just enough so only she could hear. "Yeah? What's more interesting than that?"

Maya let her eyes roam over him, deliberately lingering on his lips before raising her gaze to meet his. "You, maybe," she teased, her smile full of mischief. "You're looking good tonight."

Jordan chuckled, clearly enjoying the attention, but before things could go further, Maya caught a glimpse of Vic out of the corner of her eye. He was watching her intently, a scowl on his face as Jackie whispered something in his ear. The jealousy in his eyes was unmistakable.

Maya's smile widened. Perfect. He was already starting to bite.

She turned back to Jordan, a playful glint in her eyes. "So," she said, stepping closer, "I've been thinking about taking up a new hobby… something more exciting than just hanging around with the same old crowd. You wouldn't happen to have any suggestions, would you?"

Jordan raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Maybe a little one-on-one game of our own?" he offered, leaning in closer, his breath warm against her ear.

Maya laughed softly, a sound that was laced with promise. "Maybe later," she said, her voice dropping an octave. "For now, I think I'll just enjoy the view."

Jordan didn't pull away, clearly caught up in her flirtation. Maya let the moment hang, teasing him, pushing Vic's buttons without even trying. But then, just as she felt the tension building, she caught Vic's gaze again. This time, he was staring at her, his face tight with anger.

That was it. The game was on.

Maya straightened up, tossing her hair over her shoulder with a flourish. She made sure Vic saw every little detail, every glance, every movement. She leaned into Jordan, letting her hand graze his arm as she laughed at something he said, throwing in a playful touch on his shoulder for good measure. The closer she got to Jordan, the more Vic's fury seemed to grow. He was watching her, furious—and she loved it.

"Alright," Maya said, her voice low, "I've got to go. But I'll see you around." She gave Jordan a lingering look before turning her back on him, walking away with a purposeful sway in her hips.

As she passed Vic, she couldn't help but notice his clenched jaw, his body rigid. He had to be fuming. She smiled to herself, satisfied. But she wasn't done. Not by a long shot.

She made her way back to her seat next to Luna, who watched her with a mix of awe and caution.

"That was savage," Luna said, her eyes wide. "Are you trying to make him explode?"

Maya glanced at Vic, who was now visibly seething as he whispered something harsh to Jackie. He wasn't looking at her anymore, but his anger was palpable. She felt a surge of triumph. "I'm just having fun," Maya said with a shrug, though her eyes never left Vic. "Let's see how long it takes for him to realize that he can't control me."

But it didn't end there. As the game went on, Maya kept up the act. She leaned closer to the other guys around her, laughing a little too loudly at their jokes, touching their arms just a little too long. It was all part of the game now. Every flirtation, every glance, was designed to send a message to Vic: you messed up. You thought you could move on? Think again.

And Vic? He was spiraling. Each time Maya laughed with someone else, each time she caught another guy's eye, his face darkened. Jackie was still trying to get his attention, but Maya could see the cracks. It wasn't just the jealousy that was eating at him. It was the realization that maybe he'd made the biggest mistake of his life.

Finally, as the game came to a close, Vic stormed off with Jackie in tow, his frustration written all over his face. Maya watched them leave, a triumphant grin spreading across her face. This was just the beginning.

Luna leaned over, her voice teasing. "I think you've broken him. He's about to lose it."

Maya chuckled, leaning back in her seat. "Good. Let him. Let him see what happens when he treats me like I'm expendable."

As she watched Vic leave, she knew one thing for sure: the war had only just begun. And she was going to enjoy every moment of it.