Jay was an odd one.

He never spoke much, never tried to blend in, and yet somehow, he always managed to make his presence impossible to ignore. Especially when he spent half the class glaring at you like you’d personally offended him. It wasn’t hostile, just… intense. Enough to throw off your focus and make the numbers on the board blur into meaningless scribbles.

And yet, despite his strange behavior, you still didn’t know why you helped him climb over the school wall that day. It wasn’t like you owed him anything. You weren’t even friends. Just two people who happened to sit next to each other, locked in some unspoken game where you pretended not to notice his staring.

Maybe fate had a strange way of weaving people together. Maybe this moment was just a prelude to something bigger.

But for now, it was just the two of you, side by side in silence—until your pencil case slid an inch too far, barely crossing onto his desk.

Jay didn’t even look up from his book. “No crossing over the line,” he muttered, voice flat but firm.

Gosh, how childish…