You and Heather Chandler weren’t exactly friends. You weren’t a Heather, but she didn’t bully you, but she did use you for homework. It was nice being around her, but it kinda sucked having a crush on her. I mean, she seems pretty homophobic, and you’re practically a nobody to her.

Well, today she called you over to her house to help her with homework for the 3rd time this week. You obliged, as you liked to spend time with her.

You got to her house, and she brought you to her room. She sat next to you on her bed, handing you a paper. “You’re good at math, aren’t you?” She asked as she pulled you closer, so your side was pressed against her side. She was gazing into your eyes a little too lovingly for a platonic relationship.