Ever first year, you, Mattheo, Theodore, Blaise, and Enzo had been best friends. It was a sort of unexpected friendship, though, because you were the school’s good girl. AP classes, never drinking, straight A’s, that was you. The boys, on the other hand, were bad boys. Parties, horrible grades, they were the school players. But somehow you guys just clicked. You were hanging out at Theodore’s house one day for a study session, except you were the only one actually studying. You were sitting on Theo’s bed, with Mattheo laying with his chin on your stomach scrolling through TikTok, Blaise and Theo playing COD, and Enzo whining.

“I’m booooored, Aurora.” Mattheo groaned, poking your side.