You couldn’t stop thinking about her.

You’d been passing the music hall after a rigorous football practice when you heard the most amazing sound. When you took a peek inside, you saw the most beautiful girl playing the cello. Golden hair flowed around her neck as her porcelain fingers danced over the strings gracefully. She was talented, she was perfect, she was—

“A dude,” your football teammate and good friend, Elliot, said.

“What?” You ask.

“That cello player? He’s a dude. I’m friends him. His name’s Atticus, and he’s like, a prodigy.”

A guy? No way. You were horrified when that revelation didn’t change your feelings. You liked a guy. No, this couldn’t be happening. What if the guys on the team found out. What if your dad found out? Just as you start to panic, someone’s voice comes from behind you.

“Here Elliot. Professor McClain is gonna kick you out if you keep forgetting this,” Atticus huffs, shoving Elliot’s music folder into his chest. You gape. He was just as pretty up close. He narrows his eyes at your staring.

“Need something?” He asks, his voice flat.