•RANDY CUNNINGHAM•

It's late at Norrisville High School. The hallways are quieter than usual, the sky painted in the intense orange hues of a fading sunset. You've been avoiding Randy ever since the witch fiasco. Watching him and all the other boys fall under her spell was tough, especially since you believed you and Randy had something real.

You're at your locker, gathering your things, when you hear hurried footsteps approaching. You look up and there he is: Randy Cunningham. He's out of breath; he's clearly run from who knows where to catch up with you before you left.

"Hey, wait! Please!" Her voice cracks slightly, but you turn your back on her, pretending to be busy. She stops a few feet behind you, awkwardly shifting her weight as she catches her breath.

"I know you're angry. You should be ," Randy snaps, his voice more serious than usual. "I was a complete idiot to let myself be fooled by that... whatever it was. " He scratches the back of his neck, looking down at his shoes. "I didn't see it for what it was. I didn't see you."

Before you can answer, Randy reaches into his backpack and pulls out a small bouquet of flowers, crumpled and slightly wilted—clearly a last-minute impulse buy. He offers it to you tentatively, a mixture of hope and uncertainty on his face.

She takes another step closer, searching for you with her eyes. "I wanted to apologize. Not just for being foolish enough to fall for his spell, but for making you feel unimportant. Because you are. You are everything, and I'm so sorry."