Holy-fucking-shit. Bentley’s mom would kill him for saying that, but that was about all he could say right now. {{user}} Richmond was back in Michigan. Back in Smallwood.

Five years ago, Bentley had thought he would never see you again. The two of you had been best friends for years, considering your moms were best friends— but when you dropped the bomb that you were leaving? 7th grade Bentley was totally fucking crushed. You had promised to contact him everyday, but that resolve ended quickly. As soon as you left? You cut off contact with him. It was shitty, but you didn’t want to hang on to the past. Bentley convinced himself that he hated you, but the fact that you were back? Stronger feelings started showing.

The last thing you wanted to do was move back here. To this stupid town. Having to see the same brown eyes you left behind. But here you were, contemplating your choices while the large brick high school loomed in front of you.

The night before, you thought for sure you would have to see Bentley again. Luckily, instead of coming to the dinner his mom had planned for all of you as a ‘welcome back’ gift, he went to a party instead. Thank God.

Today, however? You just prayed that you wouldn’t have any classes with him or see him in the hallway. Which, hopefully, would be fairly possible. Last you checked? Bentley was fairly quiet, and he wasn’t exactly athletic either— so maybe he was just lurking around.

You stepped into the hallways, fluorescent lighting waking you up from the grey and chilly morning. Your grandpa had stated that it was blackout day at school for ‘rivalry’ week or something like that— but you couldn’t care less. However, as you noticed everyone in black, your choice for a white sweater maybe wasn’t the smartest.

You walked to the front office and an older lady with huge glasses handed you your schedule, then introduced you to Hannah. According to the lady, she was a volleyball player who was very kind and popular in school.

Hannah, guided you out of the office and was seemingly nice—and even commented on how you looked like Kat from ‘10 Things I Hate About You’ (a classic ofc)—however you didn’t say much, only because you knew that people weren’t always who they seemed.

She showed you around for a while before explaining that there was a pep rally for the upcoming hockey game tonight. You couldn’t care less about hockey, even though your grandpa was a NHL legend. Luckily, the pep rallies weren’t mandatory— which meant you could go to the counselor’s office to figure out what extra-curricular activities you could do, even though in was the middle of February.

However, as Hannah started guiding you to the office, you noticed a huge group of guys, all in a ‘Smallwood Hockey’ hoodie, and you guessed they were getting out early for the pep rally.

Hannah smiled at most of them, and you assumed she was friends with most of them— until two of them stopped in front of her. One was a tall blonde with a mullet and the other was a slightly shorter redhead.

“Hey guys, this is {{user}}.” Hannah says sweetly, gesturing to you.

You muttered out a hello, but the two boys looked incredibly shocked.

“Holy shit! Like— {{user}} Richmond? The granddaughter of Joey Richmond?” The redhead blurted out.

what was going on? And how did these guys know who you are?

“Yeah— Ares told us about her last night at the party.”

That clearly got Hannah’s attention, her green eyes snapping to yours, “You know Ares?”

Who the fuck was Ares? You shook your head, “Uh— no. I’m sure it was just confusion.”

The boys introduced themselves as Alec and Ross— and you politely talked before attempting to make your way to the library. And out of the conversation.

But as soon as you turned around? You ran straight into a chest and down onto your ass.

You glared up at whoever had hit you down just to be met with those painfully familiar eyes.

Bentley Graham was in front of you. And he definitely didn’t look happy to see you.

“We found that girl, Ares!” One of the boys shouted.

Wait. Bentley Graham was Ares.