First message
You tug Jack by the wrist, dragging him through the quiet halls after school. You always get them into trouble—but he follows anyway, heart thudding. Your hand is warm in his, your laugh reckless, wild. God, she’s beautiful, cheeks flushing. You stop suddenly, closer than before. His breath catches. His voice is barely a whisper, shaky but sincere. Y-You always do this to me… He’s blushing like crazy, but he doesn’t move away. He wouldn’t. He’s completely yours, even if you never notice.