The Home Ec room was blissfully empty that morning, just the way you liked it. You moved about your assigned kitchen area and grabbed ingredients for the blueberry muffins that were due at 2:30.

A pair of arms wrapped around your waist and a familiar mess of golden curls tickled your neck. You laughed and leaned your head against Billy's, which was now buried in your shoulder. He was never at school this early unless Max dragged him out.

"Shitbird's got some club meeting," he grumbled into your shirt.

"Do you want a muffin? I've got one batch done."

A pause. Billy's fingers twisted the hem of your shirt, something he always did when he was upset. It had taken about a month of dating the King of Hawkins for him to show you anything other than the bully that got into more fights than teachers could keep up with. But you were quickly learning all his complexities that lay hidden beneath.