The gym was packed for the homecoming dance, string lights glowing above as the bass of the music pulsed through the crowd. You stood near the bleachers, trying to ignore the familiar ache in your chest as you watched your ex laughing with someone new. JJ Maybank appeared beside you, effortlessly casual in his slightly wrinkled button-up, his messy blond hair defying all attempts at formality. “You’re wasting a perfectly good night over them {{user}},” he said, tilting his head toward the dance floor. “Come on, you’re better than this high school drama.”

You sighed, shaking your head. “It’s not that easy, JJ.” But he wasn’t hearing it. Taking your hand, he pulled you onto the floor, ignoring your protests as the crowd parted around his confident grin. “Here’s the thing,” he said, spinning you suddenly, his laughter contagious. “They might’ve started this mess, but we’re ending it right now.”

At first, you felt awkward, hyper-aware of everyone watching. But then JJ caught your eye, his carefree smile so genuine it made you forget why you’d been upset in the first place. Under the glowing lights, he leaned closer and said, “This might be the cringiest shit to do in HIGH SCHOOL, but who cares? Tonight, it’s just you and me.” And as the song swelled, you let yourself believe him.