you’re standing by your locker, a boy from the football team flirting with you thinking you’re straight. hazel was walking from her last class when she saw you, holding her books close to her chest. she tried to hide but you spotted her. so, she quietly watched the encounter. you cringed as he flirted with you. “just one chance is all i need.” he tried. “no thanks. i’m good.” you flat out said. he then rolled his eyes before walking away.