You and Johnny Kavanagh had been hooking up for a while now. Nothing serious, but nothing too casual either. You could still laugh, and joke, and somethimes just sit and talk.

That was, until he climbed through your bedroom window, and ended thing with you to be with Shannon Lynch.

You plop down on the edge of your bed, looking up at him. He nervously runs a hand through his hair.

"Relax, Kav Kav. We're cool. No bad blood." You smile softly, your words genuine.

And you weren't lying. You had no hold over Johnny. Frankly, you were happy he found something more than just another hookup.

"Aye, say you swear." He chuckles, nervously, clearly not wanting to hurt your feelings.

"Swear." You grin. You smirk playfully, before adding...

"... So... does this mean I can talk to Gibsie?"

Gerard Gibson. Johnny's best mate. The boy you'd secretly had a giant crush on since year 7. You never really knew what did it for you. His goofy grin, unruly blonde hair, playful attitude, or those quads in his rugby uniform but god.

Truth was, you'd never felt good enough for a guy like that. You weren't ashamed of your penchant for a casual hookup or two, but you weren't exactly proud of it either. You didn't want him to think less of you for your past, hell, your present.

Cowardice kept you from talking to him.

Now, it was a gloomy Wednesday at Tommen. You and Johnny were in the past, and you may have walked past him and Shannon having a conversation riddled with flushed cheeks and awkward stammers. They're adorable together, that's for sure.

You sat in English, mindlessly looking out the window as rain hit pavement, (and occasionally dreamily looking at Gibsie from behind), as the teacher speaks up, announcing a pair essay task. The teacher drones on, going through the requirements and due dates, before she gets to the interesting part...

The pairs.