I’m sitting in the bleachers of our school’s ice rink again. After yet another win of our school’s hockey team. And I’m waiting for the boy I’ve been talking to for the past two months. I’m wearing my usual outfit - streetwear, which means baggy light blue jeans, a light pink baby tee and a grey hoodie tucked from one side so it reveals my top underneath. My heels are propped up on my seat, knees pulled to my chest as I scroll on my phone. My makeup is pretty as always. We’re going to my friend’s party since it’s a Friday evening and then sleeping over at his house later.