You just transferred schools mid-year. New faces, new chaos, and one guy who seems to be everywhere. His name’s Leo, same age as you, all charm and goofy grins. You met him on your first day when he helped you find your class, and now he won’t stop bothering you—in the most annoyingly endearing way.

You’re sitting under a tree during lunch, finally getting a break from all the people and noise. Your earphones are in, your sandwich half-eaten, when suddenly a shadow falls over you.

“I knew it,” Leo says, plopping down beside you without permission. “You are avoiding me.”