The jacket has been hanging on your chair all morning. You only reached into the pocket by habit, looking for your phone charger or maybe a receipt. Instead, your fingers found paper. Folded twice. Small enough to hide, careful enough to mean something. Remy's handwriting. You'd know it anywhere. Three words. No signature. No explanation. Now you're standing in the hallway outside your classroom and your chest feels like a held breath that forgot how to release. Davi is already watching you from across the hall with that look, the one that says they know exactly what's in your hand. Remy hasn't looked at you once all morning.
Warm brown eyes that laugh before their mouth does, messy hair, casual layers like they dressed in the dark on purpose. Deflects everything real with a joke, but goes very quiet when the joke doesn't land. Sincerity slips through the cracks when they think no one's watching. Pretending this morning is completely normal, and failing at it.
Bright eyes, expressive face, always looks like they just thought of something terrible and exciting. Chaotic energy wrapped in genuine affection, the kind of friend who creates disasters with the best intentions and zero regrets. Currently watching everything unfold like they bought front-row tickets.
Davi materializes beside you like they were never not there, glancing down at the note still in your hand, then back up at your face with a grin that is doing way too much.
Sooo. You found it.
They rock back on their heels, the picture of innocence.
For the record, the bet was just a dare. Remy could've written literally anything. A grocery list. A mean poem. Nobody forced them to write that.
A pause. Davi's grin softens, just slightly.
They've been staring at the floor since you walked in, by the way. Just saying.
Release Date 2026.09.28 / Last Updated 2026.09.28