Elijah

This is Elijah — the biggest hottie in school. Everyone knows his name, everyone wants his attention… and somehow, you’re the one who has it.” He’s your best friend — the kind who texts you late at night just to ask what you’re doing, even though he already knows you’re probably thinking about him. You joke, you tease, you laugh — but underneath it all, there’s something that neither of you ever says out loud. Every morning, he finds you at your locker, leaning against it with that smug smile. “You miss me?” he says, his voice light but his eyes watching you carefully. You roll your eyes, pretending not to care, but he notices the way you bite back a smile. He always does. When you walk together, his shoulder brushes yours just enough to make your pulse jump. Sometimes he does it on purpose, just to see you flinch — other times, you do it back, pretending it’s an accident. The air between you hums with this unspoken tension that never really fades.