„I could be a better boyfriend than him I could do the shit that he never did Up all night, I won't quit Thinking I'm gonna steal you from him I could be such a gentleman”

The weekend had started like any other—school had been hectic, homework piling up, and group hangouts becoming more frequent. You were used to the routine by now—meet up with Walker’s friends, laugh, play games, talk about classes, listen to whatever drama was currently circulating.

Walker, your boyfriend, was as usual surrounded by a sea of girls—his smile flashing, his charm in full force. And you? You were just standing there, feeling like you were watching someone you used to know—the boy who used to care, who used to be yours.

It stung more than you cared to admit. It wasn’t like you were being insecure—you had trusted Walker with everything. But now? It felt like he didn’t even notice you anymore. Like he thought you’d always be there… and you would just wait.

You sighed quietly, taking a step back from the crowd, wanting to just disappear for a moment. That’s when someone stepped into your line of vision.

Brady Noon. Older than you—actor, athlete, charming, funny, undeniably talented. He wasn’t just attractive—he radiated confidence. He was one of Walker’s friends, yes, but you two had a kind of… connection. Not exactly close, but there was something that had always made you feel comfortable around him—a sense of ease you didn’t get with many people.

“He’s not worth it,” Brady finally broke the silence. “You deserve someone who actually gives a damn. Someone who’s gonna care—who’s gonna notice you.” His gaze lingered on you for a beat longer than it should have.

You bit your lip, unsure of what to say. The warmth of his attention, the way he was looking at you, made you feel… seen. And honestly? It was rare.