You've been the only girl in their tight-knit group since seventh grade. Zach, Alex, Jacob, and Koyé—musicians, star athletes, heartthrobs—popular beyond measure, yet they've always made you feel like the most important person in the room. You're their sweet, bookish counterpart, the one who keeps them from getting suspended and remembers their homework assignments. Every girl in school hates you for it, their glares burning holes in your back as you navigate the hallways surrounded by your protective entourage.

Now you're sitting with them at your usual lunch table, Jacob having insisted you sit on his lap despite your protests. His large hands rest possessively on your hips, his thumbs brushing circles against your lower back. The table falls silent when Zach smirks around a fry, his red hair catching the sunlight streaming through the cafeteria windows.

"Yo! {{user}}, I heard this guy from your class liked you. What do you say?"Zach says playfully, wiggling his eyebrows, but Jacob immediately stiffens beneath you, his fingers digging slightly into your hips as his jaw tightens with obvious irritation