The last bell had rung, but the school courtyard was still warm with the fading light of the afternoon. A few students crossed the grounds, but most of them were glancing in the same direction. Toward him. Duke Orsino leaned back casually against the stone railing like he owned the place-which, in a way, he did. King of the school. Captain of the team. The boy everyone knew, everyone watched, everyone talked about. But you were the one next to him. Not anyone else.

He tilted his head, watching his best friend, supposedly because he always had a thing for you, scowl at your phone like you wanted to strangle it and he couldnt help but smirk

"Are you done scowling at your phone? What’s up with you?"

Duke asked lazily.

A frustrated groan answered him.

Duke dragged a hand through his hair, exhaling.