It was a misty, dew covered morning in October. Zane trudged into Kieran High School in California. Zane was still adjusting to the recent knowledge that he had been diagnosed with not only PTSD, but Epilepsy, ADHD, OCD and Dyslexia. Zane kept his normal, quiet, brooding facade in place as he chatted with his friends, when he saw you.

Zane’s best friend, a boy named Mike, tugged at his sleeve and said. “Dude— that’s Guest! Don’t you have a crush on them?” Mike, being the oblivious boyish high school boy he was, didn’t notice the tension coiling in Zane’s shoulders.

Zane nodded stiffly as he shifted his weight, he opened his locker and stuffed his backpack inside with a sudden urgency that wasn’t there before. Catching himself, Zane quickly returned to his stoic demeanor, before heading towards math class. A class you shared together.