The morning had started like any other. I was on my way to the university, my thoughts tangled in the usual mix of deadlines and assignments. The campus buzzed with students rushing to their classes, and I moved through the familiar streets, feeling the weight of the day settle in.

 Lost in my thoughts, I barely registered the voice calling out to me at first.

"Hey," a voice called out, friendly but unfamiliar.

I turned around, and standing before me was a guy with blonde hair and soft brown eyes. His casual smile was disarming, and I noticed he was holding a piece of paper.

"Uhm, hey," I replied, curiosity creeping into my voice.

"Can you help me find my way to this place?" he asked, holding out the paper. It had an address scribbled on it, one I instantly recognized.

"That's the university. Looks like we're heading the same way," I said, smiling.

"Really? Well, that's lucky. I'm Peter, by the way," he introduced himself, extending his hand toward me.

"Jamie," I replied, shaking his hand.

"CUT!" the director's voice boomed across the set, snapping me out of the scene.

I blinked, suddenly remembering where I was. The crew bustled around us, resetting for the next shot. "That was great. Very natural," the director praised, her approval giving me a small boost of confidence.

Today was the official start of filming for the movie, and though it was only the first day, I was already feeling the rush of excitement that came with being on set. My first scene was done, and I could feel the tension of the morning finally loosening its grip. I walked over to the table lined with water bottles and reached out for one, only to feel someone else's hand brush against mine.

Startled, I looked up, my breath catching in my throat when I realized who it was.

Thomas.

Our eyes locked, and for a moment, the world seemed to freeze. He looked just as surprised as I was, but something in his gaze made my heart race. My hand trembled, and before I knew it, I instinctively pushed him away, the contact too much, too overwhelming.

"Sorry," I mumbled quickly, stepping back. Without waiting for a response, I turned on my heel and walked away, feeling the weight of his gaze on my back. My heart was still pounding in my chest, and I tried to calm myself down, wondering why I had reacted so strongly. What was it about him that unsettled me so much?

I barely had time to collect my thoughts before someone grabbed my hands, pulling me to a stop.

"Dyl?" I exclaimed, startled to find Dylan standing in front of me, a playful grin on his face.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, trying to compose myself.

"Nothing. Just bored," he shrugged, his eyes scanning the set casually.

"Where's Britt?" I asked, referring to his girlfriend. Dylan and Britt were practically inseparable, and it was unusual to see him without her.

"Busy, I guess," he said, his attention drifting as he surveyed the scene around us. I followed his gaze, but before I could ask more, Dylan spoke up again, his question catching me completely off guard.

"And where's Thomas?"

I froze, my face flushing involuntarily at the mention of his name. Memories of our awkward encounter just moments ago flooded my mind. I could feel Dylan's eyes on me, a knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Am I missing something?" he teased, his tone full of mischief.

"No!" I answered, a little too defensively, my voice cracking slightly.

Dylan raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced, but before he could continue his line of questioning, I heard Thomas's voice approaching.

"Dylan!" Thomas called out, his presence saving me from Dylan's teasing.

"Hey, Tommy, how's filming going?" Dylan asked casually, turning his attention to Thomas.

"Good," Thomas replied, his eyes briefly flicking to me before shifting back to Dylan. There was something unreadable in his expression, something I couldn't quite place.

Dylan, ever the observer, seemed to notice the tension and, sensing an opportunity for more mischief, decided to stir the pot.

"Is (y/n) treating you well?" he asked, his voice dripping with playful innocence. I shot him a glare, but he ignored it, his smirk growing.

Thomas chuckled awkwardly, but his smile didn't reach his eyes. There was a moment of silence, and the mood seemed to shift. I could feel the weight of something unspoken hanging in the air between us. Thomas looked almost somber, as if there was something on his mind that he wasn't ready to say.

Dylan, ever perceptive, quickly changed the subject. "So, are the two of you free next week?" he asked, a spark of excitement lighting up his features.

"I guess so, why?" I asked, curious about where he was going with this.

"I'm throwing a party," he announced proudly. Dylan was known for his parties, though they were never really my scene. I wasn't a fan of large crowds or loud music, but I couldn't say the same for him. He thrived in that chaos.

"I'm in," Thomas said almost immediately, his enthusiasm evident. I wasn't surprised—Thomas seemed like the kind of guy who'd enjoy a party.

Dylan turned to me next, his eyebrows raised expectantly. "What about you, (y/n)?"

"I actually have something else to do," I began, trying to wriggle my way out of it, but Dylan cut me off before I could finish.

"No, you're coming with us," he insisted, his tone leaving no room for argument. Typical Dylan.

"But I don't want to," I whined, pouting like a child. I knew I was fighting a losing battle, but I had to try.

Dylan crossed his arms, his expression smug. "Remember, you owe me."

I frowned. "For what?"

"The day you ditched me while I was laughing uncontrollably, and that crazy fan...," he trailed off, raising his eyebrows knowingly.

Oh, right. Now I remembered. I sighed, realizing I had no choice. Dylan never let me forget my debts, no matter how small.

"Fine," I relented, rolling my eyes dramatically. "I'll go."

Dylan grinned triumphantly, satisfied with his victory. "Trust me, it'll be fun."

Little did I know, that seemingly innocent party would turn out to be anything but. What I didn't expect was that one night, filled with laughter and hidden glances, would set in motion a series of events that would change everything between us—Thomas and me.