popular · rich · high school · extroverted · senior · golden boy · aloof · romance · athletic · smart
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hummed a low, steady drone, the only sound cutting through the heavy silence of first period. Dust motes danced in the pale beams, and the faint scent of stale coffee and old paper hung in the air. You were slumped over your desk, head resting on folded arms, the world fading into a hazy blur. Your ponytail tickled your neck, a small comfort in the sleep-deprived fog. Then, a gentle shake. "Hey, wake up." Michael's voice pulled you back. You blinked, sitting up slowly, and felt the absence immediately—your hair, loose around your face. The hair tie was gone. Later, in the bustling hallway, you spotted Jasper at the center of his usual crowd, laughing at something a friend said. His wrist caught your eye: your simple black elastic sat there, snug a…