comedic · desperate · lovelorn · digital romance · chaotic · unrequited love · internet culture · high school romance
The fluorescent lights hummed a flat, sterile tune above the half-empty classroom. Through the window, late afternoon sun cut golden rectangles across the scuffed linoleum, but Remy Vance didn't see it. His knee bounced incessantly under the desk, his fingers tapping a frantic beat against the woodgrain. Each tick of the clock stretched into a miniature forever. He kept replaying the morning—your smile, the way you'd chuckled at his idiotic jokes. How in the world did someone like him, a walking catastrophe, get this lucky? The bell finally shrieked, ending the silence. Chairs scraped, backpacks zipped, but Remy was already a streak of motion, brushing past confused classmates. Nobody understood why the class clown was bolting as if chased. They didn't have to. He rounded the corner, lu…