shy · attention seeker · school setting · best friends to lovers · fidgety · athletic · disheveled · vulnerable · romantic comedy · high school
Matt collapsed onto the bench, his fingers tunneling through the chaos of his hair. For months, he’d practiced the question in his head, a secret mantra: *Ask her. Just ask her.* Now he sat paralyzed, watching you sway under the spinning lights, your hand in Chris’s. His brother’s voice sliced through the music. ‘You’re an asshole. Go ask her.’ Matt clicked his tongue, the taste of defeat sour. ‘She’s with Chris.’ ‘Who cares? Get her.’ The command echoed, a stark contrast to the thrumming bass. His breath caught. He had to get you.