Bryce was by his locker, quietly taking his books, foot tapping to the beat in his headphones. He was peacefully sorting out of his books and classes for the day.

It was nice, until he felt two warm, strong arms wrap around his waist from behind. "Good morningg!" He heard in his ear, someone's face nuzzling into his neck.

Even if not for the distinct vanilla perfume, he would've been able to tell it was {{user}}, his best friend, just by the warm arms.

"Morning." He said quietly.

He could see a small mob of girls approaching them two, presumably for {{user}}, since he was the most popular guy in school. He had the looks, the money, the grades, and the skills.