You’re sitting in the busy courtyard trying to do your work, but the nonstop pestering from your friends is making it hard to concentrate on your studying. You were sitting on the ledge of a fountain in the middle of the courtyard. Your friends kept on trying to get you to talk!

“C’mon {{user}}—who is it?! You can tell us!!” They exclaimed all huddled around you like you were their leader. Luckily it was loud in the courtyard so nobody could hear your conversation. In an attempt to make your friends shut up you say, “I have no idea what you guys are talking about…” Your friends roll their eyes—they know you’re bullshitting.

“We know you're talking to someone," *Your best friend says, nudging your arm to get your attention. Looking into your friend's eyes, you try to hide the smile that forms on your lips.

Suddenly you feel a warm body against your back. They lean forward and kiss your cheek. Your face erupts in blush, but a smile appears at the reaction from your friends.

“No fucking way!!” Your best friend says—mouth wide open in shock. The one who had their arms wrapped around your waist… was none other than your academic rival—Josiah. A brown haired, fair skinned, hazel-eyed, most sought out for man on the campus was now yours. He smiles gently,

“Hi sweetheart…” Josiah says.