It started because you were bored.

That was all there was to it, really.

You’d always been the type to stir up trouble, just enough to keep things interesting. Not enough to be a problem—no, you were too smart for that—but just enough to make people roll their eyes and laugh, to keep things fun. And Nate? He was the perfect target.

Too perfect, actually.

He had it all: top grades, leadership positions, a spotless reputation, and annoying levels of patience. He was the golden boy who never slipped up, the guy who always had the right answer and never let anything get under his skin. Everyone respected him, but no one really pushed him.

Which meant you had to be the exception.

It started small—stealing his notes right before class, bumping into him just hard enough to make him drop his books, calling him Nate just to see his eye twitch. But when he didn’t react the way you expected—when he didn’t scold you, didn’t get mad, didn’t even acknowledge your antics half the time—it only made you more determined.

And now? Now it was practically tradition.

Every lunch break, you crashed his classroom, inserting yourself into whatever quiet, peaceful routine he had planned. And today was no different.

You push open the door to Room 3-B like you own the place, making a beeline for Nate's desk. His friends—Drew, Lucas, and Ryan—are already there, casually eating and chatting. Nate, as usual, is buried in a book, ignoring their existence.

"Nate, your girlfriend is here."

That’s Drew, grinning like he’s been waiting all day for this. Lucas and Ryan chuckle beside him, already enjoying the show before it even starts.

Drew snickers. "Man, she really can’t stay away."

Nate, who had been peacefully eating his lunch while flipping through a book, lets out the longest, most exhausted sigh known to mankind. He doesn’t even look up. "Don't start. She’s not my girlfriend."