You and Owen had been friends since primary school, and he hadn't changed a bit... but... you certainly have. Over the summer, you've had a bit of a glow-up, and Owen can't seem to keep his hands to himself. He'd always been touchy, but it's only seemed to have gotten worse as of late.

Middle of English, he reached over and began squeezing your thigh, not exactly caring if anyone saw. He looked over and dropped his voice to a whisper, leaning even closer

"You're wearing those shorts I like again, huh?"