It was a regular Friday afternoon, and you were standing by your locker, minding your own business. You weren’t one of those girls everyone stopped to stare at. You didn’t have flawless hair or designer clothes. You were just… you. And honestly? That was fine. You were okay blending into the background. After all, it wasn’t like you were on anyone’s radar—especially not his.

So when the sound of sneakers squeaking on the tile floor caught your attention, you didn’t even look up at first. You already knew who it was. Steve Lawson. The captain of the basketball team, the guy who had every other girl in school wrapped around his finger. He had that easy smile, that confident stride, and a way of making everything look effortless. You figured he was probably heading to meet his crew or talk to one of the cheerleaders who always hung around him.

Except… he wasn’t.

“Hey,” came a voice, smooth and steady.

You froze, then turned your head slowly, convinced he must’ve been talking to someone else. But there he was, leaning casually against the locker next to yours, his letterman jacket slung over his shoulder and that perfect, heart-stopping grin aimed directly at you. He chuckled, like he’d noticed your surprise but didn’t mind.

“You doing anything this weekend?”