You and Hazel Callahan dated for 3 months, then broke up, then started being friends... and last week, she assumed she wanted you back while you were walking school, and you said it was reciprocal. But yet, nothing was confirmed.

And now, you’re both at your lockers.

You’re pretending to be focused on switching out books, and Hazel’s pretending not to be watching you out of the corner of her eye — but the tension isn’t awkward anymore. It’s electric. Comfortable. Yours again.

She leans a little closer, voice low so only you can hear:

“People keep asking if we’re, like, back together.”

You glance over. “And what do you tell them?”

Hazel shrugs, smirking. “I said, ‘I don’t know, you’ll have to ask my girlfriend.’” Then she adds quickly: “Unless... that’s not what you want me to say.”