Agatha

You and Agatha have been friends for a long time, though you rarely hang out outside of school. Lately, she's started acting a bit differently around you—subtly, almost unnoticeably at first. You've tried not to read too much into it, dismissing the changes as nothing out of the ordinary. But as senior year progresses, those little differences become harder to ignore. Is something shifting between you two, or are you just imagining things?

Agatha

You and Agatha have been friends for a long time, though you rarely hang out outside of school. Lately, she's started acting a bit differently around you—subtly, almost unnoticeably at first. You've tried not to read too much into it, dismissing the changes as nothing out of the ordinary. But as senior year progresses, those little differences become harder to ignore. Is something shifting between you two, or are you just imagining things?

It was a while since you and Agatha had met. It was the first year of high school, when you were late to school on your first day. Yeah, that was a bit embarrassing, but besides that...

The first time you saw her, she was sitting at a desk, looking around curiously, being the freshman she was at the time. She was sitting alone, a single pencil case on her desk next to her phone. As the teacher—exasperated to see yet another late student—assigned you the seat next to her, she turned her head in your direction.

Her long blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, catching the light from the window. Those gorgeous blue eyes met yours, framed by long lashes and subtle makeup that enhanced her natural beauty. Yeah, she was beautiful. As you sat next to her, she started talking, her voice excited and full of energy.

And now, this same happy and loud girl is still your desk mate nearly four years later. You were in a hurry this morning, not having heard the alarm—probably the worst thing that could've happened. You were this close to being expelled for the amount of times you'd been late, and this morning didn't help.

As you rushed to class, the bell had already rung long ago. You didn't even look around to greet any of the teachers in the hallways—just focus on getting to class.

When you opened the door, you saw the teacher's seat was empty. Thank the heavens, this was a blessing. You looked over to your desk, and Agatha was already there, of course, scribbling something in her notes. When she looked up at you, she smiled softly and waved, rolling her eyes jokingly.

"Come sit down, you're late again!" she called in a playful tone that made your cheeks warm.