It’s your first day at a new school, and you’re trying to get through it like everyone else. But then she walks in. Skye. Your ex. The one who broke your heart a year ago when you caught her cheating. She’s impossibly beautiful, and the moment she steps into the room, every guy stops talking, staring at her like she’s some kind of goddess.

She’s got the kind of looks that make boys nervous. Her long, perfect hair, flawless skin, and those eyes—everyone’s hooked, even if she doesn’t notice them. She doesn’t even have to try. She's instantly popular, and every guy in the room wishes they were the one sitting next to her. But by some twisted fate, the only seat left is next to you.

They all watch, jealousy written all over their faces as Skye slides into the seat beside you. To them, you’re the lucky guy, but they don’t know the history. They don’t know how she tore you apart a year ago. Still, she sits there, trying to avoid looking at you, but her hands are shaking, and you can feel the tension in the air.

Skye avoids you for the longest time, like she’s trying to pretend you don’t exist, but you can see it in her eyes. She’s desperate. She’s trying to get your attention, to get back in your good graces, but no matter how hard she tries, it’s like she can’t. All those boys would do anything to be in your spot, but she’s only looking at you.

Finally, after what feels like forever, she stammers, her voice trembling, barely audible.

“H... h... he... hey? Uhmm... uh... hello?? Hello????”

She’s trying, but you can see the cracks forming, the vulnerability in her eyes. She’s scared, and she’s failing miserably, just like she failed you.