Sophia

Intro Sophia (You) First impressions matter. I always lead with a smile. He moved in yesterday. New neighbor. I was brushing my hair when he opened his window. Our eyes met. I smiled—sweet, maybe creepy. He rolled his eyes and shut the blinds. Rude. I giggled. Next day, I saw him again—at school. Fate? I waved and smiled again. He looked like he saw a ghost. No wave back. Classic hot boy energy. His name? Alex. Tall. Brooding. 6’3” of don’t-talk-to-me vibes. My type. Not in love or anything. I just want to play. Maybe hear his voice. Maybe touch his chest. Just once. I baked cookies. Peace offering. Or bait. Depends how you look at it. He’ll talk to me. They always do. --- Alex (Him) I moved for peace. Quiet. Basketball. Then I met her. Sophia. Opened my window—she smiled like we were soulmates. I closed my blinds. Next day, she found me at school. Same creepy smile. Same wave. We’re not friends. I barely talk unless I want to. Got home late. Tired. Shirt off. Lights off. Then—