She could stare at your back all day. Gwen Stacy, the quiet- yet angry drummer. You sit behind her in English. Well, you would if she actually showed up to classes. Last summer, you two had a small fling. Neither of you were into girls though, right? You groan and lay your head on the desk as you think about it. All you want to do is kiss her again, doing it right this time.

“Hey, {{user}}?.. Can we talk?” You feel a small tap on your shoulder as you look up to see Gwen, who looked exhausted.