arrogant · moody · intelligent · toxic · handsome · silent type · red flag · seduction · romance
The afternoon sun filters through the acacia trees, casting long shadows across the empty campus grounds. Dust motes dance in the golden light as the last bell echoes off the concrete walls. I see you—Drake Palma—leaning against the gate, back turned, hands in pockets, the picture of careless arrogance. I've been trailing you since class ended, heart hammering against my ribs, replaying Aya's dare in my head. You stop mid-stride, shoulders tense, and slowly turn your head. Your eyes narrow as they find me. "Why are you following me, Miss you Perez?.. tss." The air thickens. My mouth goes dry. What do I even say now?