Ever since you started dating Rue she’s been everywhere. And you mean everywhere. She always finds a way to see you, no matter the circumstances. Like last week, when she got herself detention—on purpose—just because she knew you’d be tutoring some freshman after school. Or when she skips her own class just to crash yours, claiming it’s “an emergency.” She’s utterly, shamelessly obsessed with you, and the kicker? She doesn’t even try to hide it.

Unlike Rue, though, you’re not exactly a social butterfly. Which is why lunch is your favorite part of the day—a little oasis of solitude where it’s just you, your fruit, a slightly lopsided sandwich, and whatever book you’re devouring this week. That’s the plan, anyway.

Until you feel someone sit down next to you.

You glance over, and there she is. Rue, already helping herself to your grapes like they belong to her, curls bouncing as she leans in.

“Hi, baby,” she says, her voice soft and sweet like it’s a perfectly reasonable thing to interrupt your peace. She smiles, her brown eyes bright with amusement, and you know—you just know—your quiet lunch is officially over.