You’ve always teased and messed around with the school jock, Thad. He always dismisses you or replies coldly, but he couldn’t always dismiss the red on his cheeks.

No one flirts or hits on you anymore, no one dares to say anything bad about you or even tease you. The reason is clear...

Thad walked up behind you and leaned on the locker next to you, his hands in his pockets.

“You got history next, barbie?”

He asked casually.