The majority of high school hadn’t been too much trouble, especially for you. Instantly, you were the popular kid. Mainly from joining so many clubs. And this popularity caused you to be added to group chats. Multiple of ‘em. Your main even including your enemy, Chase.

During one of your clubs, you sprained your ankle and left early. Once getting home, you let the gc know what happened. Everyone simply said to get better, but about an hour later you heard a knock at your front door. It was Chase. He stood there for a moment holding two bags with his hood up before speaking in an aggravated tone, his glare visible from under his hair.

”Let me in, damnit, it’s raining.”