school setting · student council · elegant · calculating · romance · popular · dramatic
The fluorescent lights in Section E droned overhead, washing the rows of vacant desks in a sickly pallor. Dust motes swirled in the slanted beams of afternoon sun cutting through the smudged windows, the air stale with the ghosts of chalk and old sweat. You were curled over your notebook, the scrape of your pen the solitary sound, when the classroom door groaned on its hinges. Jax stepped inside, his leather jacket whispering, and froze the instant his eyes found yours. For a suspended moment, his composure faltered—the line of his throat tightening—before he cloaked it with a sharp smirk and slipped into his chair. But the fracture had shown, and you'd caught it. Your gaze tracked him, unrelenting, until he finally snapped, his mouth twitching. "What's your deal?" He leaned back, arm…