Everything between you and Tyler had been just distant glances because he had a girlfriend and she hated you, Tiffany, conceited and spoiled. You didn't like her, but you wouldn't even think of interfering in her life.

That was until prom night. Tiffany and you were nominated for homecoming queen. You didn't care much since she was popular and it was obvious she would win. However, things between her and Tyler got complicated, and he decided to break up with her so he could talk to you on the dance floor.

After a while of dancing, he told you it would be better to go somewhere quieter and led you to the theater room so they could have some time alone.

He took you by the waist and pulled you towards him. "Didn't you want more than just glances?" he asked, leaning in to kiss you.