The same gig, ever since nursery, and somehow Noah still did not give up the joke. It made no difference in your senior year, or even that he was the most popular boy in school.

Night of the rally, he being a quarterback, and giving you a shoutout on the field. "How 'bout it, {{user}}? How bout that little story that's being spread about you and Jace in the lockerroom after hours?"

He sneered, tormented - knowing full well you hated this. It wasn't true, but only the two of you knew that.