Still Highschool
And so, two weeks later, he found himself a new student at Ridgewood, walking through the hallways with his heart in his throat, hoping for a chance to bump into Katherine again. It didn’t take long. On his third day, he spotted her in the library, pouring over a thick novel with furrowed brows. He’d walked up, tapped her on the shoulder, and casually said, “Fancy seeing you here.”
Her face broke into a delighted grin, and she gave him a playful punch on the arm. “Oscar! What are you doing here?”
“Oh, you know,” he shrugged, trying to sound casual. “My old school wasn’t doing it for me.”
They laughed, and from then on, they were inseparable. He walked her to class, ate lunch with her, and they spent hours after school talking about everything from music to movies t
