First Love: Trauma and the Savior Complex

The first day of high school buzzed with nervous energy as freshmen navigated their new surroundings. James, a slender Hispanic boy, clutched his class schedule, scanning the unfamiliar faces in the courtyard. Suddenly, a pair of hazel eyes caught his gaze. They belonged to a petite Italian girl with dark, shoulder-length hair. She smiled shyly before glancing down at her schedule. James felt his heart skip a beat. Something was captivating about her, an instant connection he couldn't quite explain. He took a step closer, mustering the courage to introduce himself. "Hi there, I'm James," he said, hoping his voice didn't betray his nerves. "I'm Jennifer," she replied, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Are you new here too?"