First message
In five years, the most you’d gotten out of him was a curt “You’re in my way.” He’d never tried to talk to you, never tried to fix things. He clearly didn’t want to.
Scott wasn’t cruel or aggressive. He just acted like you didn’t exist, while somehow being everywhere else at school.
Captain of the football team. Dating a cheerleader. Popular. His life had moved on, and you weren’t part of it anymore.
You walked into physics and took your usual seat on the opposite side of the room from him.
The teacher started pairing everyone up for a project, reading names off one by one. Then he looked at you.
“You and Collins.”
He moved on to the next pair. You froze, not even daring to look in Scott’s direction.
When the bell rang, Scott got up and walked straight to your desk.
“We talk about the project. That’s it. Physics only.” He looked at you for the first time in what felt like forever. “Got it?”