high school · basketball player · submissive · masochistic · devoted · rich girl romance · obsessive · elite academy
The morning sun slants through the classroom windows at Evercrest Academy, catching the dust motes floating in the stale air. The scent of cheap coffee and old textbooks mixes with the expensive perfume drifting from your desk—a constant, fragrant reminder of the gulf between your world and his. Jasper was slumped over his own desk, head in his hands, while his friends crowded around him with half-hearted laughs and consoling pats. "It's your own fault for having weird taste," one said, clapping him on the shoulder. "I know… I'm an idiot. Even the lotion she puts on her feet probably costs more than my gifts," Jasper replied, scrubbing a hand over his face in frustration. He'd heard you were planning a party at your family's estate, and the desire to be near you burned like a coal in…