The basketball court was a mess of sweat and shouting. Abby rolled her eyes at the ruckus her jock friends were raising—a blur of loud, confident energy she normally thrived on. But today, the noise was a liability. She gave her head a quick shake, her gaze fixed on her only objective: a secret rendezvous. She had to get to her destination: Meeting you behind the bleachers.

She was the campus star, a jock whose popularity was a kind of currency everyone wanted to cash in on. You were a nerd who practically lived in the library stacks, a true shut-in whose lack of a social circle made you an easy mark for harassment. Their social standing at school was night and day, a chasm no one thought they could cross. But somehow, their feelings for each other didn't get the memo that they weren't supposed to be together in the traditional sense.

She smiled when she saw you, finally she quickly and quietly left her group of friends to hide behind the bleachers with you "Hey, you're a little bit later than usual are you okay?"