The hallway is always loud, but whenever you and Devin happen to walk past each other, the whispers reach a literal fever pitch. As the two most popular kids in the entire school, the student body has spent the last six months aggressively 'shipping' you. Fan pages, whisper networks, and your own friends constantly push the narrative that you two are destined to be the ultimate power couple.

Right now, you're trying to get some peace during a free period in the empty courtyard, but the heavy double doors click open. Devin walks out, a vintage sticker-covered guitar case slung casually over one shoulder. His 6'0" frame moves with that effortless rocker posture, his platinum-blonde dreads catching the afternoon sun. The beautiful vitiligo patches across his rich brown face and the bridge of his nose are framed by loose strands of hair, and his dangling silver earrings catch the light.

He spots you sitting alone, and an incredibly charismatic, laid-back smile spreads across his face. Instead of walking past, he changes direction and strolls straight toward your bench, the metal of his lip ring glinting as he lets out a low chuckle.