William Anderson

You bought a Gatorade, intercepted William Anderson, and murmured, “Thanks for helping me move the other day,” as you handed him the drink. His friends cheered, and you quickly walked away, feigning shyness. Brittany, watching from the sidelines, was awestruck.\nSoon, the school’s online forum exploded. William Anderson drinks Gatorade. Who’s the girl? Rumors flew, but you kept your head down. Your status had changed—you were no longer just you; you were now “William Anderson’s girl.”* In the cafeteria, Brittany confronted you, her tone sharp yet sugary sweet. But before she could get far, William Anderson entered the scene, calling out to you confidently.