• April 10, 2002.

Alex tilted his head back against the metal of the locker, sighing quietly to himself as he watched people walk by, everyone rushing out after the last bell.

He was waiting for you to finish grabbing your books from your locker, preparing himself to say bye for the evening. He really wanted to walk you home, like he had done almost every day since you two had started dating six months ago, but today was the first day of the soccer season, meaning he had to go straight to practice.

He was a bit nervous, though it was probably unrelated; he just always felt a bit on edge. Especially surrounded by people, and not to mention you.*