"Hey, Inaya!"

The lyrics dispersed at the sound of Valentino's voice calling my name. I looked over my locker door and smiled. Behind him, our classmates were trickling through the peeling wooden door and into homeroom before the school day started.

"Still haven't made an account?" he asked, stopping to stand at my side.

A wave of his fresh-smelling cologne enveloped me, and I noted his dark blond hair was damp from a morning shower to beat the heat.

"Oh, uh no," I said and then looked away, too conscious of how good he looked. "My mom doesn't really let me play video games."

I didn't want to tell him she banned CrusadEon Online once word had gotten out that users had to upload a photo and a ten-second headshot video of themselves to create their in-game characters. Maybe I could claim her strictness as proof of having a Bengali parent? Salah believed me.

"That sucks. They just released a second arc, too." Valentino moved to open his locker two doors from mine. He tilted his head and grinned at me. "I think they even released a new update that allows us to create these sick, custom armor. It's awesome!"

I noticed a light in his eyes whenever he talked about CrusadEon Online to me. I wondered if he ever had the same glint in his eyes when he talked like that about a girl he liked.

"You know what? You want me to show you after class?" He leaned a little closer to me, but his open locker door separated us. "I know you'd like the game if you tried it. I just know it. Your parents are way too strict."

I looked away and shuffled my notebooks to make space for my art class supplies. I frowned at the super glue stuck in the corner.

"They prioritize studying and all that, y'know?" I said. I didn't want Valentino to feel sorry for me, even if it bothered me sometimes. "I am trying to be number one in the school."

"Oh, right. What you've got going there is incredible," Valentino said, tapping his temple. "Nothing but 100s."

Butterfly in stomach? No. Butterfly in ribcage? Yes. I hoped the heat I was feeling in my face wasn't visible to him.

"Reminds me, did you do the homework?" I asked.

With a furrowing of eyebrows, it was Valentino's turn to look away. "Um..." he drawled. "For which class?"

"Math. Textbook page one hundred eighty-nine. Answer questions—"

"Inaya! There was this huge tournament last night, and basically, half of the world was competing. So, I completely forgot!" He glanced over his shoulder at where our homeroom teacher's desk was and fished for a notebook to flip open. "You've got it, though?"

"This isn't your first offense," I reminded him, pretending to give him a hard time.

"I promise you I forgot—I would've done it if it hadn't been for the tournament," he added.

I shook my head but handed him the homework anyway. His face lit up, and I couldn't stop the butterfly in my chest from escaping. Our fingers did not brush like they would've if this were a movie, but I took it as a win. Aiming for valedictorian has its perks.

As Valentino walked away, the rush of excitement I felt being near him faded. I watched three girls from the other side of the classroom—Clara, Jamie, and Elsa—approach him. I dubbed the three Valentino's Fan Club. They shepherded him to their desks and immediately struck up a conversation.

The butterflies were gone, and I walked up to our homeroom teacher. Right now, the most important thing was distracting our teacher from catching Valentino copying my homework.

"Morning, Mrs. Asaka," I said, drawing the petite woman's gaze away from her grade book. My mind fumbled for something to busy her with. "Is becoming a scientist worth the hard work it takes?"

"Well," Mrs. Asaka said, leaning away from her work. "That depends on the kind of science you choose to study, Inaya. I know you do well in biology, but college-level biology will be different."

"What do you mean?" I went on, relieved that my teacher's attention was entirely on me now. I also felt a twinge of guilt, knowing I was taking advantage of Mrs. Asaka's favoritism for me, her straight-A student.

"For starters, you won't just be studying biology in college, even if that's what you plan on getting a degree in. You'd be taking chemistry and other science classes alongside it to get a well-rounded understanding of the concepts."

I made a face. "I don't like chemistry."

"You'll need to take that into account, then. If you don't," she added, "reconsider your priorities."

Out of the corner of my eye, I observed that Valentino was done copying my homework. "All right. Thanks, Mrs. Asaka. I'll keep that in mind when I apply to colleges."

Mrs. Asaka must've thought I was looking at the clock on the wall because she picked up her red pen, her eyebrows raised.

"Is homeroom over? You should go to your desk. I'll be taking attendance soon."

I nodded and did as I was told, sitting on my stool on the left-hand side of the desk I shared with Valentino. Some days, I'd sit on the right-hand side, but I'd gotten into the habit of looking out of the window with Valentino next to me like I was in some high school drama. A girl could dream, even a hopeless one like me.

Seeing my notebook underneath his, I slid it out to place it in my bag, ignoring that Valentino had moved on to sit with his fan club on the other side of the classroom. Dream shattered. Yeah, I'd forgotten about that. I didn't always get to have Valentino when the Fan Club was in full force.

Hearing two girls chatting behind me, I turned around. Salah and Ameena were sitting at the desk. I'd met the two at the beginning of this school year along with Valentino. Like me, they were the only girls in Maxwell High to wear a hijab.

Salah wiggled her fingers in greeting, and Ameena smiled, looking up from sketching at the top page of her precalculus notebook.

"Your boyfriend's so not loyal," Salah whispered, a hand to the side of her face as she glanced in Valentino's direction. Her bright red hijab paired well with Ameena's dusty pink.

"Good thing he's not her boyfriend," Ameena whispered back, not looking up from the tip of her pencil. "Otherwise, we'd have to get away with murder."

Salah snickered, and I found myself smiling. If we were married, he'd carry my bags while we traveled the world to fill my scrapbooks. He'd take my pictures for Aunt Naomi to see, catch me if I tripped on a hiking trail, and keep watch at night while I napped on a beach.

When Valentino returned to his seat for attendance and greeted my friends, my smile fell. It would never work out.

As Mrs. Asaka called out names, I sank my chin into the palm of my hand and turned my head to the window. I wasn't really looking for much beyond the thick plastic, just a place my thoughts could float to.

Valentino nudged me after attendance and asked me to meet him outside homeroom at the end of the day. To show me CrusadEon.

I forced a smile and watched him head out with The Fanclub. I just wanted to be valedictorian—and in love.