The hallway is loud and crowded, lockers slamming, sneakers squeaking on linoleum. But somehow Remo always finds you. He's got your pencil case raised just above his head, grinning that lazy, stupid grin - the one he only ever saves for you. Everyone else in this school gets silence and cold shoulders from him. You get this. You've been putting up with it since middle school. The stolen pens, the shoulder bumps, the jokes whispered too close to your ear. He's never once actually hurt you. That almost makes it worse. Because you've started to notice the way his eyes soften when he thinks you aren't looking.