4) Butter Cream
While grabbing his books from his locker, Zeke feels an insistent tap on his shoulder. He turns around to find his cake plate thrust into his hands.
"Thanks," Sharpay simply says and quickly walks off.
Taking the plate, Zeke breathes in the last remnants of her perfume in the air. It's a sweet scent that reminds him of butter cream frosting.
That night he bakes her a dozen cupcakes.