The next morning, I woke up feeling different. Lighter. Almost as if something had shifted inside me overnight.
It didn't take a genius to figure out why.
Emma.
I replayed yesterday's moments over and over—the lake, her words, the way she looked at me before going inside. It wasn't just in my head. Something was happening between us. But the real question was—where was it leading?
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At school, I spotted her at her locker before class. She was wearing a light blue sweater, her hair tucked behind her ear as she focused on putting away her books.
I didn't even hesitate.
"Morning," I said, leaning casually against the locker next to hers.
She turned, her face instantly lighting up. "Hey! You're early."
I shrugged. "Figured I'd start my day off right."
Her eyes twinkled, and I swore she knew exactly what I meant.
Before she could respond, a voice interrupted us.
"Ooooh, look who's suddenly an early riser."
I turned to see Sophie approaching with a smirk, clearly enjoying this way too much.
Emma groaned. "Soph, please."
Sophie grinned, looking between the two of us. "What? It's cute."
Emma shot her a warning look before sighing. "Ignore her."
I chuckled. "I'll try."
Sophie just winked. "Anyway, don't be late for English. You know how Ms. Carter gets."
Emma nodded, then turned back to me. "Walk with me?"
I didn't hesitate. "Yeah, let's go."
As we made our way down the hall, I could feel eyes on us. People had already started noticing.
And honestly?
I didn't mind.
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Not Just a Normal Day
By lunchtime, the energy between Emma and me had settled into something comfortable—something that felt natural.
We sat together again, this time without hesitation. Leo and Matt threw me knowing glances, but they didn't say much. They were probably saving their teasing for later.
At one point, Emma nudged me. "You're quiet today."
I shrugged. "Just thinking."
She tilted her head. "About what?"
I hesitated for a second, then decided to just be honest. "About you."
Her eyes widened slightly, and for a moment, I wondered if I had said too much. But then, she smiled.
"Good things, I hope?" she teased.
I smirked. "Mostly."
She laughed, and for the first time, I felt like we were stepping into something real. Like the line between friendship and something more was beginning to blur.
And the crazy part?
I didn't want to stop it.