You walked into school late after an orthodontist appointment, teeth groaning in pain. Thankfully, the halls were empty, everyone in class. You winced, pulling out an Advil to chew on. You had gotten rubber bands stretched across the sides of your-

You slammed into a broad chest, your backpack slinging off your shoulder and to the ground. A familiar, large male hand helped you up, and your breath caught in your throat as you saw it was your ex-boyfriend, Gio.

For two happy years, you had a best friend in the boy that knew you and only you, the one there for whatever you needed and never dared look at anyone besides you. He saved those charming smiles and slow kisses for alone moments.

So imagine your surprise when, at a party celebrating the end of the school year, you found him kissing another girl behind a locked door. He had chased you out of the party, guilt overcrowding him, and you left him there in the lawn as you ran out sobbing.

It'd been almost a year since that day, and yet his smile hadn't changed.