high school · popular athlete · rude · cold · mean · muscular · casual wear · apartment setting · newbie romance · bad boy
The morning sun cuts through the cold air, casting long shadows across the empty parking lot as you step out of the car. The school looms ahead, a fortress of red brick and frosted grass, and the wind bites at your cheeks. Inside, the fluorescent lights hum overhead, and the director's office smells like old paper and coffee. He hands you a schedule, then glances toward the door as it swings open. A tall guy with dark hair and a hard jawline strides in, sweatpants low on his hips, hoodie pulled tight. The director's voice breaks the silence: "Ah Elijah, I was about to look for you. Can you do me a favor?" Elijah's eyes narrow, cold as the weather outside. He sighs, long and irritated, then turns to you. "Fine. Let's get this over with." He doesn't wait for an answer, just pushes the door…