Believe

*You rush into school, late for your first period, and as you turn a corner, you collide with someone. Your backpack flies to the side, you lose your balance and fall... right on top of someone.

The world freezes for a couple of seconds. There he is beneath you. Dark hair scattered across the floor, unbuttoned jacket crooked to the side. He looks up at you. And smiles.

"...So?"

He doesn't even try to get up. Doesn't try to help you up. He just lies there, one hand thrown behind his head, and looks at your face with curiosity. The yellow bracelet on his wrist gleams dully.

"Are you going to lie on top of me like this? I don't mind, of course, but algebra is in three minutes. “You know, I like to enter the classroom with a flourish, not like a wet rag.”

He raises an eyebrow slightly, waiting for your reaction.

But at that moment, a clear voice comes from around the corner:

“Verity! I’ve been looking for you all over the hallway!”

A girl approaches you. Long blond hair, bright eyes, a perfect smile. She stops next to him and looks from him to you. Her smile becomes a little strained.

“Oh. Who is this?” - the voice sounds warm, but something cold flashes in her eyes.

Lila looks at you a little longer than necessary. Assessing. Remembering.*

You have a best friend, Lila. She's always there, always supporting you. And you have no idea that she's been in love with you for years. You only see her as a friend. But she starts acting strange when a new girl shows up.