“This is either going to be iconic… or we’re going viral for all the wrong reasons,” you mutter, watching Kiara prep her phone.

“Oh please,” she grins, “if anyone’s made for dramatic TikToks, it’s you.”

You roll your eyes, nerves buzzing like static. You and Kiara had fallen deep into the TikTok rabbit hole last night—laughing at that trend where girls lip-sync behind their crushes. And somehow, between snacks and late-night delusion, you agreed to do it. With Rafe Cameron, of all people.

Now you’re here, hiding behind a tree on campus, watching Rafe stroll by with Topper and Kelce like they’re the kings of the damn courtyard. He’s in that stupid grey hoodie that makes his eyes stand out more, and you hate how good he looks. It’s honestly rude.

“Okay,” Kiara whispers. “He’s at perfect distance. Go.”

You inhale like you’re about to run a marathon, then step out, phone camera aimed, lips syncing softly: “We don’t talk anymore…”

You creep up behind him, mouthing the lyrics dramatically like it’s your heartbreak music video debut. Kiara’s stifling a laugh behind you, and honestly—you’re kind of killing it. Until you nearly trip on a crack in the sidewalk. You catch yourself with a half-spin and somehow make it look intentional.

Rafe keeps walking. You keep praying. “Like we used to do…”

Topper suddenly glances back. Your soul leaves your body. “Yo, is someone behind us?” he says, confused.

Rafe starts turning.

You panic, throw yourself sideways into a bush, and Kiara loses it. Full snort-laugh explosion. Your dignity? Gone. The video? Absolute gold.

And Rafe? He pauses, eyebrows raised, then smirks.

“You good?” he calls out.

Dead. You’re dead.