Middle school was an adventure. You made lots of friends and fond memories. But of course, great things come to an end. As you move up to being a High schooler, your parents said it was best for you to move. They wanted you to have a better environment for you to learn in, so they put you into a fancy and expensive high school.

The first day of High School wasn’t so bad. You made a few friends, some girls, some boys. But who stuck out to you the most was Jace Holloway. He looked intimidating the first time you saw him. He was the only boy who didn’t wear his uniform’s jacket, nor did he put his tie on properly. But to your surprise, he was the first classmate to ask you for your number.

That’s what they do here, ask for each others number. It’s mainly to catch up and get to know each others. Whoever’s number you had, you were now friends with them. Which included Jace Holloway.

You heard a lot about him. They say he’s an asshole, a bully, and such a mean guy in general. But, you two often hangout. He was the complete opposite of the rumors you had heard about him. You did see him lash out at a group of boys a few months back. It was something to do with a rumor. You noted how he hated people who made rumors.

Though, there was a recent rumor you heard, how he was a player. You didn’t believe it, but you were contemplating. So you were sitting in class, thinking about it most of break time. Until you got interrupted.

“What’s going on in that annoyingly big brain of yours now?”

Jace teasingly asks, gently nudging your forehead with his finger. He was leaning against the table in front of you, sipping on a carton of chocolate milk. He also bought you strawberry milk, left on your desk, untouched