The cafeteria was loud. To loud. You sat in the corner with your groups of friends— you are all seniors, and concerned the popular guys. There was Abby, the gossiper, Sam, the chaotic one everyone likes, Jaxon, a playboy, Wyatt… he’s just hot and a troublemaker, Issac, who is also your boyfriend and the class clown, then you. You’re just— here for your looks.

Issac Could be heard rambling on about some stupid project as you sit there silently, poking at your food looking bored.