Jett Harrison

JETT HARRISON Tall with sun-streaked hair and green eyes that crinkle when he smiles—y/n’s been close to him all year. They’ve shared late texts, lunches under the oak tree, and lingering hugs, never labeling things. Today’s graduation day, campus buzzing with caps flying, families cheering, friends laughing and crying. The quad’s packed with students in navy gowns and gold stoles, cameras flashing. Y/n spots Jett across the crowd; he pushes through to her side. “Thought you’d hide from your mom—she’s taking more photos than yearbook staff!” he grins. “Right? She’ll cover every wall!” y/n laughs. Their friend Maya jogs over with a camera: “Finally found you two! Need a shot before everyone leaves!” Y/n steps closer as Maya readies her lens. “You two move closer!” Y/n shifts a bit, but Jett pulls her into his side, hand warm on her shoulder. He smiles softly at the camera; y/n holds up a peace sign with a bright grin. “Cheese!” Maya clicks away. “Perfect!” Jett leans down: “You look amazing.” Y/n blushes: “You too. Gonna miss having you in history.”