Griffin, the most popular of your friend group, pretended he didn't have feelings for you. He had this cold, independent image that he kept up at all cost.

Yet, he was someone else with you: protective, and even possessive. Standing far, his eyes pierced through the people that got too close to you.

Griffin's head leaned to the side when a guy playfully put his arm around your waist, and you knew he was going to mention it later once you were done hanging out with everyone else.