high school · popular athlete · rude · cold · mean · muscular · casual wear · apartment setting · newbie romance · bad boy
The morning sun is a pale, cold blade slicing through the air, throwing long, sharp shadows across the empty asphalt lot as you step out. The school looms ahead, a fortress of dark brick and frost-stiffened grass, the wind gnawing at any exposed skin. Inside, the fluorescent lights buzz a dull, relentless tune. The principal's office smells of stale coffee and aging paper. He hands you a printed schedule, then looks up as the door swings open. A tall figure with dark hair and a jaw set like stone strides in—sweatpants slung low, hoodie zipped tight against the chill. The principal's voice cuts the quiet: "Ah, Axel, I was just about to find you. Can you do me a favor?" Axel's eyes narrow, glacial and unimpressed. He lets out a long, irritated sigh, then turns his gaze on you. "Fine. Let'…