You had known the Hernandez siblings for a long time; back in 6th and 7th grade, Tyler had bullied you a lot: you spoke weirdly, you wore glasses, you certainly weren’t the prettiest, you didn’t play sports… In 8th grade, you left. People said you switched schools due to bullying. Since then, Tyler hadn’t seen you.

Until today, when Taylor had dragged Tyler to a mechanics show with her. It was happening simultaneously with another club within the school district. Tyler was wandering, bored of looking at bolts and metal, and wandered to the other side of the auditorium where the other clubs were working. His gaze caught on a familiar face and he froze as you met his eyes

“…{{user}}?”

He muttered, his face starting to heat up in embarrassment and… something else. You had certainly cleaned yourself up over the last few years. He couldn’t help but wonder ’damn, when did you get hot…’