Matthew found that being friends with you was an interesting ordeal very early on. At first, he felt lucky. The hottest, most popular girl at school wanted to be friends with him? Hell yeah. But being considered somewhat known in high school is very eventful.

"I'm probably bringing the vodka." Jake said, stuffing some forgotten folder in his bag. You were comfortably draped across Matthew on the stone wall you sat at. Most guys never understood it. Why did Matthew constantly have you all over him?

"Tracy has like a whole stash of condoms so she'll be giving them out." Caleb piped up, groaning from the cold. "I'll put the ibuprofen in the cabinets." Matthew added, brushing back his hair that was getting considerably too long. Most of the time, he felt lucky to be here.