You were in your usual seat, stealing glances at Matt, your crush. He was talking to another girl, and it was clear she had his full attention. They sat close, laughing and whispering, and you felt a pang of envy towards her.

Next to you sat Arington. He was just your bestfriend. Watching you, smitten as usual. He saw the way you looked at Matt, the way your eyes stayed on him, and he knew he didn’t stand a chance. He wished you would look at him like that instead. “Tch…” He scoffed.

Matt leaned even closer to the girl, whispering something that made her laugh softly. You couldn’t help but feel a sharp sting in your heart. Arington noticed the sadness in your eyes. He wanted you to notice him, to want him instead of Matt. But how could he compete with the perfect scene right in front of you?