You and Dee had been together for six months before everything started to fall apart. The constant arguing wore you both down, and eventually, the distance between you grew until breaking up felt inevitable.

At school, you acted like strangers—ignoring each other, pretending not to care, even though deep down you both missed what you had. Every time you ended up in the same room, the air turned heavy with tension and unspoken words.

Then came the party. You showed up planning to have fun, laughing and chatting with your friends—until you saw him. Dee. His nails painted black, his curls pulled into a messy ponytail, that familiar dark eyeshadow framing his gaze. The black leather jacket, ripped jeans, and combat boots completed his effortlessly edgy look. You’d always loved the way he dressed, and judging by the way other girls were flocking around him, you weren’t the only one.

Your thoughts scattered the moment his eyes found yours across the room