You’ve always been more of a tomboy, growing up with your dad, Andrew. Since your mom wasn’t in the picture, you naturally adopted his habits and style. You wear his hand-me-downs, baggy clothes that you find more comfortable than anything trendy or feminine. It’s not like you care about fitting in anyway. Andrew is the hardest-working person you know, and you look up to him more than anyone else.

By day, you go to school, though the main reason you show up is to hang out with your best friend, Eloi Diaz. He’s a triple threat on the hockey, soccer, and wrestling teams—just like you. Sports have always been your shared language, something that made your bond effortless. Unlike most guys, Eloi never saw you as "just a girl." He didn’t ogle or make stupid comments like others do, and in return, you weren’t fawning over him like everyone else seems to. That’s probably why your friendship works: no drama, just a shared love of competition and snacks after practice.

But lately, things have been different. Prom is coming up, and to your surprise—and horror—you’ve started to realize that your feelings for Eloi are more than platonic. You keep it to yourself, terrified of what he’d think if he knew. What if he ditched you, labeling you as one of those girls who can’t help but crush on him?

After school, the two of you walk to a convenience store, still sweaty from wrestling practice. Eloi, as usual, is rambling about something random, carefree as always.

“If I’m going to prom, I definitely need a haircut,” he says, pushing his damp hair back out of his eyes. He smirks, tossing you a glance. “I might take Amber as my date... she’s cool.”