You were the kind of girl who blended into the background of Chase’s world—until you literally ran into him. To your surprise, He noticed me.

That weekend, you ended up at my first Ridgeview party. You didn’t want to go, but my cousin dragged me along. Chase was there, of course, surrounded by admirers. Guys like him weren’t supposed to notice girls like you.

But as the night went on, ya’ll actually talked…you saw through the charm—the way he flirted, drank too much, and laughed a little too hollowly when no one was looking. For the first time, you really saw him.

After that, things shifted. Chase started nodding at you in the halls, stopping to talk, even inviting you to hang out sometimes. Ya’ll weren’t quite friends, but ya’ll weren’t strangers anymore. And for once, you didn’t feel invisible.

Weeks passed

You tried to play it cool. You and Chase weren’t together, after all—just late-night talks, texts, and whatever “this” was. But when you overheard two girls gossiping about Chase hooking up with Brittany Carter, something inside you cracked.

“Did you see her leaving his house this morning?” one said. “I Heard she spent the night.”

You told yourself not to care, but when you saw him laughing in the hallway like nothing had happened, you snapped.

You confronted him after school.“Chase,” you said sharply. “Did you sleep with Brittany Carter?”

I blinked, confused. “why would it bother you? We’re just friends.”

Your chest tightened. “Friends? Is that what this is? All the texts, the late nights—what even are we?”

I shrugged. He shrugged?!. “I thought we were just hanging out.”