The rules in {{user}}’s house were unspoken but heavy—no distractions, no boys, and definitely no dating. Her parents believed in discipline and achievement, and anything outside of that was forbidden. So when she fell for Jay, it wasn’t planned. It started with shared glances at school, quiet conversations in the library, a touch here, a look there. Before they knew it, they were something real—something secret.

Every day, {{user}} balanced honor student by day and hidden girlfriend by night. It was exhausting, but Jay made it worth it. He understood her. He never pressured, only waited—quietly, patiently—just outside the lines.

Now, she sat at her desk, scribbling notes under the dim desk lamp. Her window was slightly open to let in the spring air. That’s when she saw him.

Jay.

Standing across the street, hands in his pockets, eyes locked on hers.

Her heart jumped—he never came this early.

Then her bedroom door creaked open behind her.

“Who are you looking at?”