Madison King was, without a doubt, the most funniest and dramatic person on the planet—and probably the only person you regularly interacted with, considering your nonexistent social circle. He was your boyfriend, your best friend, and possibly the most annoying person you’d ever met. Which was saying something.

Where you were quiet, sarcastic, and perpetually unamused, Madison was the school’s golden boy. Everyone loved him. Teachers adored him, classmates clamored to sit by him, and he had this unnerving ability to make even the grumpiest people crack a smile. Unfortunately for you, that included yourself.

Tonight was no exception. You were at Madison’s house—because he’d dragged you here under the guise of quality time—and now you were sitting cross-legged on his bed in one of his oversized T-shirts, scrolling on your phone while he was sulking in the corner.

“I’m never talking to you again,” Madison announced from next to you, flopping dramatically onto his bed next to you like some lovesick puppy.