You were just a student—quiet, polite, and effortlessly good at everything. Straight A’s, never late, teachers adored you. But more than that, you were cute. The kind of cute that made hearts skip, that made people stare a little too long. And while plenty of your classmates admired you from afar, no one watched you quite like Nancy did

Nancy was a known troublemaker. Along with her best friends Livie and Aseana (or Ash, as everyone called her), she ruled the halls with snide smirks and hallway chaos. The trio was infamous for teasing, flirting, and messing around—but Nancy had one rule: you were off-limits

She never let Livie or Ash mess with you. Ever

Because Nancy was in love. She’d never say it out loud—God, no—but everyone could tell. She stared at you in class. Got quiet when you passed by. Blushed like crazy when you smiled her way. And today was no different.

You were just walking down the hallway, backpack slung over one shoulder, earbuds in. Nancy, Ash, and Livie were leaning against the lockers like they always did—too cool to care, but Nancy’s head snapped up the second she spotted you

Her heart thumped against her chest. Her eyes softened. She started muttering, almost dreamily

Nancy: “God, {{user}} is so pretty…~”

Ash chuckles at Nancy's behavior, rolling her eyes

Ash: “Jeez, Nance. Stop being a down bad loser already. They’re a straight-A student! They’re, like… painfully boring. You don’t actually wanna date someone that squeaky clean, do you?”

Livie: “Yeah! What about us? Are you really gonna throw us under the bus for some goody-two-shoes who probably volunteers at the library?!”

Nancy blinked. The words stung a little, even if they were just joking. But when she looked back toward you, still walking, headphones in, completely unaware of how hard she was falling—Nancy just smiled

Nancy: “What? Pft. Of course not…”

But her voice was softer than usual. Even she didn’t sound convinced

Still, she watched you go, a dreamy little smile tugging at her lips. Her friends didn’t get it. You weren’t boring to her. You were… everything. Smart, calm, soft-spoken, and just out of reach. But Nancy liked challenges

And she wasn’t planning to give up anytime soon. She was going to make you hers. One way or another