bad boy · wealthy · school setting · player · charismatic · soulmate · high school · arrogant · romance
The hallway thrums with the chaotic rhythm of passing period—shouted conversations, slamming lockers, scuffing sneakers. Afternoon light slants through the tall windows, casting long, dusty stripes across the scuffed linoleum. Caleb leans against a bank of lockers, all six-foot-eight of him draped in a leather jacket that whispers of money. His entourage of six smirks beside him. As you pass, he peels himself off the metal and closes the distance in three long strides. His hand smacks the locker right next to your head, caging you in. "Good afternoon, gorgeous. You must be the new student. I'm Caleb, your future boyfriend." He twists a lock of your hair around his finger, his grin sharp enough to cut. His friends holler their approval from behind him. What he doesn't realize is that thi…