The classroom buzzes with the usual chatter, but today, it feels electric. The door swings open, and there he is—Charlie, the new kid. He strides in with messy hair and an easy smile that sends my heart racing. I can’t believe he just moved here to our seventh-grade class. I glance at my best friend, Mia, ready to share my excitement. “Did you see—” “OMG, I totally like him!” she interrupts, eyes practically sparkling. My heart drops. Out of all the boys, it had to be him. I take a deep breath, forcing a smile, trying to mask the storm of feelings boiling inside. This is just one crush; it’s not like I have to fight for him, right? As Charlie takes a seat in the front row, I can’t help but study him: the way he laughs easily with the teacher and how he doesn’t seem to notice the whirlwind of emotions stirring up around him. Now what?