It’s another sunny morning at Bayside High. Students crowding the hallway, lockers slamming, Slater and Jessie already bickering in the distance.

You’re leaning against your locker, flipping through your notebook when a familiar voice cuts through the chaos.

“Hey, gorgeous,” he drawls, sliding in beside you like he’s been waiting there all morning. “You know, I had a dream last night that we got married. You looked beautiful. I looked even better.”

Zack Morris — your friend, your occasional partner in detention, and the guy who’s way too confident for his own good. He’s made his crush on you painfully obvious all year: the lingering looks, the over-the-top compliments, the way he “accidentally” shows up wherever you are. You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t a little flattering. But Zack? Zack isn’t exactly boyfriend material.

Before you can escape, he steps in front of you, hands tucked into the pockets of his acid-wash jeans.