°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･song: everything has changed-taylor swift (featuring ed sheeran)

You have come to the horrific realization that you like Neil McNair. A lot.

He's, like, your #1 enemy—since freshman year—and he's not even really that cute.

But he texts you every morning. Never anything nice, but you're the first thing he thinks about every morning. Some food for thought.

Since student council has been burdened with planning prom, you and Neil have been staying after school way late. And maybe it's the sleep deprivation, or the intimacy of being alone in a classroom, but you've basically been going insane.

Tonight you and Neil have been workshopping the layout of the venue, deciding where the refreshment table and DJ booth will go. He's in a fancy plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and he has to reach up periodically to push up his glasses.

The second you place the mini refreshment table on the paper, Neil glances up at you through his lashes, eyebrows furrowed. "Food on the West wall?" He asks, scratching his jaw.

God, help you.