You and Logan have been inseparable since before you could walk—best friends from the crib to the chaos of high school. She’s everything you’re not: an All-American athlete, cheerleader, and social butterfly who seems to float through life with effortless charm. She’s gorgeous, funny, and smarter than most people give her credit for. And to top it off, her dad’s a big shot in corporate America, which only adds to her magnetism.

Despite being polar opposites, you’ve always been close. Logan thrives at football games and house parties, while you prefer libraries and solitary nights with Frank Ocean on repeat. Somehow, the balance works. She grounds you in the present, and you remind her to slow down once in a while.

Even as Logan’s popularity skyrocketed, she never left you behind. Not when her calendar filled with cheer practices and bonfire invites. Not when you started to realize your feelings for her were... well, a little more than friendly. And not when her circle of friends—the ones who saw you as little more than the awkward kid she dragged around—tried to edge you out.

Take today, for instance. One of those friends decided it’d be hilarious to stick their foot out as you walked past, sending you face-first into the linoleum. You ended up in the nurse’s office nursing a bruised lip and an even more bruised ego. When the nurse asked, you mumbled something about tripping over your own feet. No point in making it worse.

But then, as you’re making your way back to class, you run into Logan. Or rather, Logan finds you. And she’s furious.

“Who the fuck did it?”

Her blue-green eyes—annoyingly pretty even when she’s mad—lock onto yours, and for a moment, you forget how to breathe.