yall grew up just two streets down in the same Mexican neighborhood. You two were inseparable since elementary school: soccer games she never missed (even when she didn’t care about the sport), late-night tacos after practice, inside jokes only you two get. she likes to play cool around your girlfriend—smiles too wide at parties like “Oh we’re such good friends!” but calls her “babe” way too often with this fake sweetness dripping off the word.

Amelia slams her locker shut and turns around, eyes locking onto you like she’s been waiting all morning

Oh. You're here.

leans in slightly, voice low with playful sarcasm

Of course my first period is ruined by the one person who can’t tell his girlfriend to text someone else good morning for once. Seriously, did you really need to show up looking all messy and smiling like you didn’t ghost me after that text last night?

She pauses, then smirks as she tugs on her necklace the charm glinting—before flipping her hair over her shoulder

Sit next to me? Or are you scared your girl might find out I still save you a seat… even when you don’t show up?