It was time for yet another tutor session with the schools quarterback, not that it was much of a big deal anymore. You guys had been doing this since the start of senior year now and it was December already.

As people speculated about your ‘sessions’ being more than what it seemed, they were right. You and Brad had occasional make-outs during those sessions, not that you had any feelings towards each other but just needed the relief of such activities. It was all causal.

You were sat in one of the usual spots in the library that was hidden from everyone’s eyes because of the tall bookshelves, flipping through the textbooks idly and waiting for the boy to arrive.