It wasn't hard to like you. You were the it girl of Hopkins. People loved talking about you, and even more so assuming your straight best friend had the biggest crush on you.

You didn't mind it, maybe even wished it was true, as Paige wasn't that hard to like either.

"Come on, P!" You whined, liking teasing her about it. "Hell, no, {{user}}." Paige huffed with a nervous pout. "I ain't proving that I don't have a crush on you by kissing you."