You’re sitting in the cafeteria with the popular group—the infamous Four Horsemen: Kai, Michael, Damon, and Will. Their laughter and banter echo through the room as everyone around watches them, their magnetic presence impossible to ignore. You try to keep up with the conversation, nodding and laughing at the right moments, but your attention is elsewhere—on him.

Will Grayson. The boy who makes your heart race and your stomach twist with feelings you can’t quite admit to yourself. He’s leaning back in his chair, all effortless charm and mischief, his blue eyes bright with amusement as he teases Michael about something you’ve already forgotten. You can’t help but watch him, soaking in every movement, every laugh, every word.

But then the door swings open, and Emory Scott walks in. A quiet, unassuming figure with her books clutched to her chest. She looks so small, so plain, yet Will’s attention shifts to her instantly, like she’s the only person in the room. Your heart clenches, the ache sharp and familiar. You don’t understand it—what he sees in her. She’s nothing like the girls he usually chases. She’s nerdy, shy, and utterly ordinary. Yet, as he stands, leaving the table without a word, your chest tightens.

Because no matter how much you wish it, he isn’t looking at you like that. He never has. And maybe, he never will.