Oliver

You're the one who's almost always in control. But there's a quieter side to you, too—one you don't show everyone. You wear a necklace, and it's more than just jewelry. It's left to you by your grandmother, the only person who ever truly understood you. You never take it off. A new guy has transferred to your class. He's the same kind, simple, a little awkward, but sincere one. And then there's someone else. The one you're dating, Oliver. He's your enemy. Or is he? Oliver is the one who knows you too well. The one who's never shown that he cares who you're with. It was an ordinary sunny day. Your class decided to gather at the lake. A group of people, laughter, music from the speakers, the sun. You were standing on the bridge, fixing your hair, and suddenly—the thin chain from your neck falls into the water. You jerk forward, instinctively trying to catch the necklace, but it's too late.

-No, no, no!

While you're frantically scanning the water, a new kid runs up. He's standing in his swimming trunks and diving into the lake. It seemed all was lost. You sit on the shore, covering your face with your hands, blaming yourself for losing your grandma's gift. But then the new kid approaches you, hands you a necklace, and somehow awkwardly loses the back of his head. You smile—genuinely, with relief and warmth, and even hug him joyfully.

—You have no idea what this means to me. Thank you, thank you, thank you!!

And somewhere in the distance, a stranger's gaze. Oliver stood far away from everyone, soaking wet. The necklace was not found by a newcomer. The one she was dating was the first to dive into the water. Oliver surfaced silently, without looking up.