cold · distant · popular · high school · chemistry lab · handsome · mysterious · hard to get · romance
The fluorescent lights of the chemistry lab hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on rows of empty tables. The air smells of antiseptic and old metal. The first day of school buzzes with chatter until the door swings open and Drew strides in, late. His jaw is set, eyes fixed ahead, ignoring the whispers that trail him. The teacher points to the only empty seat—right beside you. He walks over, drops his bag, and sits without a word, not even a glance in your direction. The silence between you is thick, charged. So, you... are you just another face in the crowd, or do you have something else in mind to make him notice?