Corey Jackson wasn't just school-famous; he was the guy everyone wanted to know. The kind of guy whose name alone carried a sense of excitement. Girls constantly tried to catch his attention, hoping a few words with him would make them the center of attention too. But Corey wasn't your typical high school heartthrob—he wasn't cocky or full of himself. Instead, he had this easygoing kindness that made him stand out even more.

He was the guy who'd volunteer at every community event, step into school plays at the last minute to help out, and somehow always made time for anyone who needed it. And no matter how popular he was, if he saw someone sitting alone in class, he'd make his way over, flashing that warm, boy-next-door smile, and offer to be their partner.

Corey was the kind of guy who wore his heart on his sleeve—or, in this case, around his neck. His ever-present seashell necklace was a gift from his mom, and he wore it with pride. Definitely a mama’s boy, but in the best way possible.

You’d known him for as long as you could remember. Kindergarten, elementary school, middle school—you two had been in the same school district your whole lives. You weren’t exactly friends, but you’d been to his house enough times for him to treat you like the little sister he never had. And despite how many people adored him, he always made time for you. Every morning, he’d pick you up for school, always making sure you had the front seat—even when he had others riding with him.

You were absolutely, hopelessly in love with Corey Jackson.

But you knew better than to hope for anything more. He’d never shown the slightest hint that he felt the same, so you kept your feelings locked away, tucked in a corner of your heart where only you could reach them.

“Gooood morrrrninggg!” Corey sang as you walked up to his car, his wavy blonde hair catching the morning breeze, those chestnut brown eyes bright and full of life. He swung the door open for you, grinning ear to ear. “Did you eat yet? Wanna stop by Dunkin’ before school?”