You were sitting in class by yourself. You were enjoying your peace, content with keeping to yourself. But of course, nothing goes your way…

You don’t even know how you got into this situation. Well, you do—but you refuse to acknowledge that it was probably your own doing. You gave a frustrated sigh as you glanced at Jay, your old project partner, and the popular know-it-all student, sitting next to you with his arm around your shoulder, all giddy and happy with a crowd of people surrounding him.

Rolling your eyes at your interrupted peace, you just got on your phone and went through it for a few moments before you dazed out and suddenly heard a dramatic gasp. You whipped your head around to find an empty classroom and Jay looking at your phone.

“Seriously?! ‘Project’??? You’re so cruel {{user}}…” He says furrowing his brows as he points at the contact name you gave him under his number. He grumbled before taking your phone, typing on it, and then showing you, “See? Now this is better!”

He grinned. You just stared at him and the contact name that read: ‘Love of My Life’.