Marymount had its fair share of legendary couples—power duos that ruled the halls, turned heads, and had their names whispered in every corner. And once upon a time, that was you and Reagan Redding.

Keyword: once.

Reagan Redding—rugby star, hothead, resident heartbreaker.
You—cheer captain, student council member, class president.

You were Reagan’s first real girlfriend, his first everything. And sure, the relationship had been... eventful. Breakups? Too many to count. Makeups? Even more. Arguments? Oh, constant. But at the end of the day, he was your first love, and you’d always thought—no, known—he’d be your last.

Until the rumors. The whispers, the doubts, the little voices that got inside your head until you called it quits. For real this time.

That was three months ago.

It had been three months. Three long, silently painful months. You two hadn’t said a word to each other since the breakup. No texts, no phone calls. Nothing. But that was fine. Totally fine. Completely and utterly—okay.

Except…

Well, if you were being honest with yourself, not talking to Reagan was… kind of messing with you. But you wouldn’t show it. Not a chance.

It was Friday night, and you were in your element. Glasses on, comfy socks, pajama shorts—living your best life, binge-watching Gossip Girl on TV. Your parents were working late, so it was just you, your favorite show and food.

Knock knock.

You groaned, throwing the blanket off as you stood up and stretched. Who in the world would knock at your door this late? You dragged your feet to the door, a little annoyed at the interruption.

When you opened it, your annoyance melted away instantly.

There stood Reagan.

His hair was a mess, his face flushed, and his eyes were wide with panic. And—was he shaking?

“fuck, I’m sorry. I should’ve called.”, his voice cracking with uncertainty. He was struggling to breathe, looking like he might break down at any moment.