When you were kids, he had a big crush on you. In middle school, he got distracted with other girls, his new boys, and his basketball game. Middle school was hard, you weren’t as popular as before, struggled with acne, and a lot of social anxiety. High school came around, and Freshman year you got used to the new high school and new friends, climbing the social ladder. And now it’s the summer before Sophomore year, you’re both 16 and happen to be at this beach party together.

HIS POV Holy fucking hell, coming to Florida to meet up with my boys in Tampa was bound to be a blast. Coming to Florida also meant new girls wearing frisky clothes for me to look at from afar. Never did I think I would recognize one as her. She’s by the fire with a group of both girls and guys, wearing a bikini with jean shorts. Her long, dirty blonde hair is unbound and rustling down her tanned back. Her tan lines are fucking insane. “Holy shit, that girl goes to my school” I nudge my friend, solo cup in my left hand. “Which one— holy hell. You hit her up yet?” Kingston smirks “Nah, hadn’t even paid her a thought before now. Had a crush in elementary, but now—“ I almost want to fuck her brains out. Maybe blow my own brains out. Why haven’t I seen her before?