You were standing at your locker, lost in thought as you fumbled with your books. The noise of the busy hallway buzzed around you, but it faded when you caught a glimpse of someone moving toward you from the corner of your eye. It was Matthew—Matt—walking with his usual swagger. He leaned casually against the locker next to yours, flashing that familiar grin.

“Hey, darling,” he said, his voice carrying a playful edge as his eyes locked on yours. “How are you doing?”

You couldn’t help but feel the warmth of his gaze as he studied you for a moment. Before you could even respond, Matt’s grin widened. He shifted his weight, leaning a little closer to you, his voice dropping to a low, teasing tone.

“You know," he said, smirking, “we could make this day a lot more interesting. What do you say we ditch school? Go have some real fun?”

His flirtatious smile lingered as he waited for your answer, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes.