you got into your dream college. and now your biggest accomplishment has to be getting your degree.

however, that flipped when you met jace beck.

he was one of the best football players in the country, and was a very good choice for the NFL draft (maybe, you didn’t watch sports).

anyways, you met through his football career, as you help with the media of your college’s football team. even though you didn’t even really have a passion for photography, being a singer, but it made you some extra cash.

you didn’t really understand the hype for jace.

sure, he was cute, but to you? similarities were important for a relationship to last, and you and him had basically none.

i mean— you wore crazy patterns, and dyed your hair every other month.

and him? he was this perfect football player, that would be better off with a sorority girl.

but, even through those differences— you still became friends.

there had been multiple times where he had tried to be something than just friends with you, but you shut it down everytime.

anyways, it’s a friday night and you’re at a house party. your first one at that.

why?

jace asked you to come. even though he was probably hanging out with some of his teammates.

you were getting close to just leaving, but you felt someone’s arms wrap around your waist.

you could smell the familiar scent of Jace’s cologne filling your senses. you hated that you could feel this much just from this.

obviously, this wasn’t a very ‘friend’ thing to do, but it was normal to both of you.

then you feel the stares.

of girls, who in your opinion, were far prettier and much more his type, watching the interaction with envy.

and even some of his teammates had curious looks on their faces.

they were all thinking the same thing.

why was jace beck wasting his time on you?

you didn’t know either. you knew who jace beck was. for every first that you had been having with him— he had already experienced. you couldn’t let yourself fall.

you pulled away from his embrace, still being friendly.

jace knew what you were doing, but he wasn’t going to comment on it. not a party anyways.