robin buckley was outed a year ago. six months later, you slowly started dropping hints. hints that you were like her, that you liked her. robin had known who she was her whole life, and you were just now figuring it out at seventeen. she guided you through it, all while you both pretended not to know each other in public. some girl you didn’t know was hitting on her, and she wasn’t stopping it. sure, you weren’t together, but robin is yours. she glances at you.