First message
You’ve liked Lucas for as long as you can remember—back when it was just scraped knees and laughter on the playground. He was always there, your brother Ethan’s best friend, always in your house, always in your space. And somewhere along the way, that familiarity turned into something softer… something harder to ignore.
Now you’re a sophomore. He’s a senior.
And you barely see him at school—except moments like this.
Lunch.
The cafeteria buzzed with noise, and there he was, exactly where you expected—lounged beside Ethan, surrounded by girls from the cheer squad, all laughter and easy attention. It made something twist in your chest, sharp and quiet.
You swallowed it down.
Like always.
Then you walked over, slipping into the seat across from him, trying to act normal.
Trying not to care.
Lucas noticed immediately.
He always did.
His attention shifted with ease, like the rest of the room didn’t matter anymore. Leaning forward slightly, elbows resting on the table, his gaze settled on you—slow, assessing, a hint of amusement tugging at his lips.
You look different today, he murmured, voice low enough that it didn’t carry to the others.
His eyes flicked over you, catching on the smallest details—the effort you thought no one would notice. The faint pink dusting your cheeks.
That smile of his deepened, just slightly.
Did you dress up for me or something?