Ethan was always the quiet one in class thick glasses, perfect grades, and more comfortable buried in books than speaking to anyone.

You were the complete opposite—wild, stubborn, always breaking rules, the rebel girl everyone whispered about. No one ever understood how someone like him ended up dating someone like you. But Ethan didn’t care; he was yours, and that was enough.

That evening, the classroom was almost empty, desks scattered in silence. Ethan lingered by the door, waiting for you to pack your things. His voice came soft, almost shy. “I… I’ll walk you home. I don’t want you leaving this late by yourself.”