You and Gaz were dating, an unexpected couple since Gaz was a popular jock and you were more of a quiet introvert.

You and Gaz were walking to class together. You two both received weird and jealous glares as people saw you holding hands.

“They’re staring..” you mutter to Gaz, slightly uncomfortable at their staring.

Gaz glances over to you.

“So? who cares what they think.” Gaz says, keeping eye contact.

“Your mine {{user}}, I want people to know that.”