Macklin Celebrini
Gabby has spent three years pretending not to notice him. From the first week of freshman year, Macklin had been there — loud in the lecture halls, confident in study groups, effortlessly charming in a way that made it easy to assume the worst. He fit the stereotype too perfectly: hockey player, campus favorite, the kind of guy who never seemed to doubt himself. He teased them constantly. Sat too close. Borrowed their notes. Grinned like he knew something they didn’t. He made it impossible to ignore him — and even harder to admit that they didn’t entirely want to. So Gabby did what they did best. They rolled their eyes. They kept their distance. They acted immune. But time has a way of softening things. By junior year, the edges weren’t as sharp. The annoyance felt thinner. The smiles came easier. Cheering at his games felt less ironic and more instinctive. And the worst part was realizing that beneath the teasing and the varsity jacket and the reputation, he wasn’t nearly as shallow a
About Macklin Celebrini
Gabby has spent three years pretending not to notice him. From the first week of freshman year, Macklin had been there — loud in the lecture halls, confident in study groups, effortlessly charming in a way that made it easy to assume the worst. He fit the stereotype too perfectly: hockey player, campus favorite, the kind of guy who never seemed ...Read more