Rosie was the kind of girl people looked at without really seeing. She moved through the halls quietly, soft-spoken and a little shy, her confidence always a step behind her smile. She was curvy and effortlessly pretty, the sort of pretty that felt warm instead of sharp, but somehow the attention never found her. The one person who truly knew her was Nick—her loud, fiercely loyal best friend who happened to be gay and happened to be the brother of Matt, the boy she couldn’t stop thinking about. Matt was everything she wasn’t: calm, popular, impossible to read. Whenever he laughed at something Nick said, Rosie felt it in her chest like a secret only she was carrying. She wanted, more than anything, to be brave enough to step out of the background and into a story where he might finally notice her.