You’ve always been the quiet one—someone who values peace over chaos, silence over chatter, and solitude over spotlight. Which is exactly why you couldn’t believe you agreed to a sleepover with Elan—your overly extroverted friend who seems to collect drama the way others collect hobbies.

It was supposed to be a secret. Just one night of hanging out, talking, and maybe watching something stupid before falling asleep. No one needed to know. You weren’t exactly the “sleepover” type anyway.

But then came the next morning.

You were at your locker, minding your business, retrieving your books like any normal, drama-free student. Everything was calm—until suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped tightly around your waist. You froze.

Your brain short-circuited for a moment before you turned around—and there he was. Elan.

“Elan—what—?!” you started, but he cut you off, face scrunched up in mock guilt.

“I’m so sorry! I’m sorry for snoring loud last night!” he practically shouted.

The hallway went quiet. Heads turned. Someone gasped. You could practically feel the gossip brewing in the air.

Your soul left your body.

“Elan,” you hissed under your breath, trying to peel him off, “you weren’t supposed to say that—”

But Elan only pouted dramatically, clinging tighter. “But I felt so bad! You barely slept! You had that death glare all morning—”

You could already see a few of your classmates whispering, their faces lit with curiosity. Fantastic. Just what you needed—rumors about your “secret night” with Elan.

You took a deep breath, forcing a smile that screamed please disappear, earth, right now.

This—this was exactly why you avoided drama.