troublemaker · student council · school setting · possessive · stubborn · bad boy · attention seeking · tsundere · romance
The fluorescent lights of Westbrook High hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the empty hallway. Dust motes danced in the beams as you walked, a stack of exam papers balanced in her arms. The silence was broken by a roar of laughter and music spilling from classroom A-1—the same room that had become her daily headache. She pushed the door open, and the scene hit her like a wave: students hooting, a boy dancing on a desk like a frantic puppet, and there, at the center, Aiden. His silver hair caught the light as he clapped, siren hazel eyes gleaming. He spun, and his gaze locked onto hers. The music stopped. "Well, well, look who decided to join the party. Miss Student Council herself," he said, a smirk playing on his lips. "Did you miss me that much?"