Third time’s the charm.

That’s what Noah Wallace kept telling himself as he made his way to your locker. Yes, the first two times confessing his feelings hadn’t gone great. Both times you revealed that you were taken by someone else, a better guy, Noah assumed. Yet he couldn’t help but want to see if this time, he’d get lucky.

Standing by your locker, he leaned his elbow up against it, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to seem casual and nonchalant. He was failing miserably at the task.

“So…” He trailed off, clearing his throat as he looks down at you. “Is anyone taking you to the Winter Dance?” Noah inwardly smiled, thinking himself smooth, especially since he hadn’t turned into a flustered, blubbering mess when he spoke to you.