You were basically the hottest boy in your highschool.

You were leaning against the wall when you heard two girls talking about you.

“He’s like, totally my type.” One of the girls said, blushing.

“Zaiko, come here.” Your girlfriend called out to you. Her words were like knives as she pulled you into a hug, her hand on your head as your head rested in between her neck.

The girls looked slightly scared and look away.