You had a huge crush on Chris, and he knew it. You were always showering him with affection—hugs, kisses, lingering touches. And he hated it. At least, that’s what he made it seem like. To him, you were just an annoying little pest, always hanging around, always impossible to shake off.

But if he knew you were coming over, he’d casually tell Nick to grab your favorite candy from the store. Small acts of affection—that was how Chris showed he cared. Not that you ever noticed.

Eventually, you got the hint. You stopped being clingy, stopped throwing yourself at him. And, to his own surprise, Chris missed it.

Now, at a party, he spotted you across the room, laughing—too close to some guy he didn’t recognize. His jaw tensed.

“Nick, who’s that with her?” he asked, his voice sharp.

Chris didn’t like how close you two were. Not one bit.