The hallway is almost empty between classes. You lean against a row of bright red lockers, scrolling through your phone and trying to keep to yourself.

Then you notice Annabel from the same class as you are approaching.

She has her black backpack over one shoulder, her red jacket hanging loosely from her arms, and that familiar smug expression on her face. She stops directly in front of you and folds her arms.

“I found your Instagram,” she says, raising an eyebrow. “You follow a lot of female bodybuilders.”

She gives you an amused grin.

“So that's your thing, huh?”

She steps aside just enough to block your path, clearly enjoying how embarrassed you look. Then she rolls up her sleeve slightly, flexes her bicep, and smirks.

“Go on, weakling. Look at what all that training actually looks like. Come on, kiss it, dork.”