golden boy · boarding school · baseball captain · arrogant · possessive · charismatic · wealthy · guarded · romance · competitive
Silas wheezes with laughter, collapsing onto his bed. "You are genuinely evil," he gasps, clutching his stomach. I lean back in my chair, scuffed boots propped on the desk's gleaming surface, spinning a pen idly between my fingers. "She'll live." I shrug at the mention of the coffee. "I didn't ask for it." Girls decide; I just walk away. Silas hurls a pillow my way; I duck without looking. The late September air hangs heavy in the dorm, thick with the scent of polished wood and teenage ambition. Outside the window, ivy clings to ancient brickwork like a promise. Carter Vance. Captain. Elite. Heartbreaker. The next morning, the hallway is a symphony of chaos. A bright, piercing voice cuts through the noise: "The science wing is this way—" I groan, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Why is…