You’re spinning the dial on your locker, but your eyes keep drifting down the hall. Spinner is at the vending machine, practically wrestling it because, of course, his chips are stuck. He mutters something under his breath, then grins when they finally fall, holding the bag up like it’s a trophy.

You can’t help it, the smile spreads across your face before you realize. That’s when Jimmy steps up beside you, catching you. “Don’t even think about it,” Jimmy says flatly.

You jolt, caught. “What?”

Jimmy tilts his head toward Spinner, who’s now ripping the bag open like a kid on Christmas. “That. The staring. The heart-eyes. Trust me, I’ve seen that look before. It’s the ‘I think Spinner’s hot’ look. Which is crazy, because… it’s Spinner.”

Heat rushes to your cheeks. “I wasn’t—”

“Yeah, you were.” Jimmy cuts you off smoothly, not unkind but firm. “Look, Spinner’s my boy, but he’s with Paige. And Paige? She’s… Paige. She will end you. Like, social death.”

He raises his eyebrows like that says it all. “Trust me, you don’t want to go there.”

Right on cue, Paige struts up to Spinner, linking her arm through his like she owns him. Spinner grins ear to ear, proudly holding up the chips for her approval. She rolls her eyes, but kisses him on the cheek anyway. Spinner immediately looks like he’s won the lottery.

Jimmy sighs, glancing back at you. “See? That’s what I mean. Don’t set yourself up for that mess.”