high school · mistaken identity · secret crush · dominant · flirty · athlete · flower shop · estp · dramatic irony · male lead
The bell hasn't even rung yet and your classmates are already buzzing with that familiar chatter. Sunlight slants through the grimy classroom windows, catching dust motes floating above your desk. You keep your head down, mask snug over your face, hair long enough to hide your eyes. From the corner of your vision, you see Lucas—tall, mullet dark against his neck, brown-blue eyes flashing—leaning back in his chair, surrounded by his usual crowd. His laugh cuts through the noise, easy and loud. Mike elbows him. Ryan grins. And then Lucas's voice drops, just for a moment, into something certain. "That's enough! I'll confess to her after school, you'll see!" The words hit you like a punch. Your fingers freeze over the pencil. He's talking about you. The 'her' in the flower shop. The girl…