Am I Your Type Now? (Kavetham)

Game On

The volleyball match continued with an undeniable energy, players laughing and cheering as they rallied back and forth. Kaveh felt a rush of exhilaration with every point scored alongside Faruzan, their chemistry on the court palpable. It was the perfect distraction, one that kept Kaveh's mind off Alhaitham's simmering jealousy—at least for a little while.

However, the atmosphere shifted when Alhaitham's gaze turned steely. Kaveh noticed him whispering something to Jazzy, and a moment later, Alhaitham seemed to position himself deliberately on the opposite side of the net. With a determined glare, he served the ball with more force than necessary, aiming right toward Faruzan.

In a split second, the ball struck her squarely on the shoulder, causing her to stumble back slightly. The game came to an immediate halt as everyone turned their attention to her, concern etched on their faces.

"Faruzan! Are you okay?" Kaveh rushed to her side, worry flooding his voice. He instinctively placed a hand on her shoulder, searching for any sign of injury.

"I'm fine, really," Faruzan said, rubbing her shoulder and forcing a smile, but Kaveh could see the surprise in her eyes.

Alhaitham stood a short distance away, his expression a mixture of faux innocence and a hint of smug satisfaction. "Oh, sorry! I didn't mean to hit you. Guess I misjudged the serve," he said, his voice dripping with a sweetness that Kaveh could only interpret as mockery.

Kaveh's heart raced with annoyance and realization. It was clear Alhaitham had hit Faruzan intentionally, and it was an obvious attempt to provoke him. He couldn't let Alhaitham get away with this. The spark of jealousy ignited within him, compelling Kaveh to retaliate.

As the game resumed, Kaveh kept an eye on Alhaitham, whose demeanor shifted slightly, revealing a hint of uncertainty. With determination, Kaveh waited for his moment. The opportunity arrived when Jazzy, standing near the net, turned to talk to Alhaitham, momentarily distracted.

"Hey, Faruzan!" Kaveh called, positioning himself strategically. "Let's show them what we're made of!"

With that, Kaveh spiked the ball hard, aiming directly at Jazzy. The ball soared through the air, and just as Kaveh had intended, it struck Jazzy squarely on the head.

"Jazzy!" Alhaitham shouted, eyes wide with shock as he rushed over to her, kneeling down to check if she was okay.

Kaveh couldn't help but feel a thrill of satisfaction at the sight. "Oops! Sorry, Jazzy! Didn't mean to hit you like that," Kaveh said, his voice laced with feigned innocence, mirroring Alhaitham's earlier tone.

Faruzan giggled, trying to stifle her laughter. "I think it's safe to say this game is getting a little intense!"

Alhaitham's gaze snapped up to Kaveh, irritation flickering in his eyes, but Kaveh simply grinned back, unrepentant.

"I guess we'll just have to be more careful, right?" Kaveh suggested playfully, shooting a quick look at Alhaitham, whose jaw tightened at the realization of Kaveh's intention.

"Right," Alhaitham muttered, helping Jazzy to her feet with a hand on her arm. His voice was cool, but Kaveh could sense the tension emanating from him.

As the game continued, the playful competitiveness escalated. Kaveh found joy in teasing Alhaitham, every spike he made directed toward him with a mischievous flair. Alhaitham responded in kind, each serve becoming more intense, the competition thickening the air between them.

With every hit, Kaveh felt the push and pull of their unspoken rivalry. Alhaitham's jealousy drove him to play harder, but Kaveh reveled in the playful animosity, knowing it only fueled their tension. Kaveh's goal was clear: to provoke Alhaitham until he couldn't help but confront his feelings.

After another point scored for Kaveh and Faruzan, Kaveh turned to her with a grin. "I think we make a pretty good team, don't you?"

"Absolutely!" Faruzan replied, her enthusiasm infectious. "Let's keep this up!"

As they returned to their positions, Kaveh caught Alhaitham glaring at him from across the net. The fire in Alhaitham's gaze sent a thrill through Kaveh, igniting a deeper desire to provoke him further.

With renewed vigor, Kaveh set himself up, determined to show Alhaitham just how much fun they could have—together or apart. He sent a challenging smile Alhaitham's way, ready for the next serve.

As the match wore on, Kaveh could sense Alhaitham's frustration mounting. The air between them crackled with unspoken emotions, jealousy simmering just beneath the surface. Kaveh reveled in it, and every time he looked over to see Alhaitham's clenched jaw or narrowed eyes, he felt a rush of exhilaration.

Finally, the game concluded, and the students dispersed, their laughter echoing through the courtyard. Kaveh and Faruzan exchanged high-fives, celebrating their victory.

"Great job today, Kaveh! You really played well!" Faruzan praised, her voice bright.

"Thanks! I couldn't have done it without you," Kaveh replied, feeling a warmth spread in his chest.

Alhaitham and Jazzy walked up to them, the tension between Kaveh and Alhaitham palpable. "That was some interesting gameplay," Alhaitham remarked coolly, his gaze fixed on Kaveh. "I didn't expect you to resort to such tactics."

Kaveh shrugged, feigning innocence. "What can I say? Sometimes you have to play a little dirty to win."

"Just make sure you're careful next time," Alhaitham warned, his tone sharp. "Accidents happen."

Kaveh leaned in, a playful smile on his face. "I'll take my chances. After all, it's just a game, right?"

Alhaitham's eyes flashed, and Kaveh could sense the underlying frustration brewing just below the surface. He felt a rush of exhilaration, knowing that he had successfully ignited Alhaitham's jealousy even further.

"Let's grab lunch," Faruzan suggested, breaking the tension. "I'm starving!"

Kaveh nodded enthusiastically, but as they walked away, he couldn't help but glance back at Alhaitham. Their eyes met for a brief moment, and Kaveh felt a thrill run through him. The rivalry, the teasing, and the jealousy—he was ready for whatever game came next.