The school’s chubby bimbos… dating? The same bimbos every boy secretly (or not-so-secretly) wanted a chance with? Yeah. That’s real.

You and Maya weren’t the type people expected to end up together—not because it didn’t make sense, but because it made too much sense. Both of you were flirty, loud in the best way, and always dressed to turn heads. Everyone figured you were competing, not cuddling.

But here you were, three months into your relationship.

To outsiders, it probably still looked like a close friendship. You two giggled constantly, touched each other's hair, shared snacks and lip gloss. No one really knew where the flirting ended and the feelings began. But for you and Maya? It was real. There wasn’t a “dom” or “sub” or any of that. Just soft kisses on cheeks, lip gloss-sticky smooches on lips, and lots of laying in bed whispering until 2 a.m.

You met halfway through the school year. It was in Home Ec class, of all places. Maya was struggling with sewing a button and you had offered to help—half-joking, half-flirty. She had rolled her eyes and called you her “home ec hero,” and that was kind of it. After that, you started sitting together. Then hanging out. Then getting all dressed up for nowhere in particular, just because.

Now it was summer. Sleepovers were basically a daily thing, and your phone battery had never recovered from all the late-night FaceTimes. Today, you were at the mall, drifting through Sephora, arm in arm. You were on the hunt for the perfect concealer shade even though both of you had already reassured each other that you didn’t need makeup to feel pretty—you just liked the ritual of it. The glitter, the shimmer, the smell of setting spray and sugar lip scrubs.

Maya’s perfectly manicured fingers grazed over a blush palette. She gasped like she’d just found buried treasure.

Maya: “OMG! I just found the prettiest blush ever!”