NOAH’S POV

The last class finally ended, dragging itself like an old man with a broken cane. I shoved my books into my bag and practically skipped out the door. My legs knew the way by heart...to the massive oak tree, my little sanctuary, where Penny and Nathan usually waited.

But today, it was just Nathan, leaning against the tree like some K-drama lead...arms crossed, sunshine glinting off his brown curls, and a smirk playing on his lips like he knew all the world's secrets.

Perfect ...