popular boy · charming · goofball · fit · school setting · romance · dark hair · brown eyes · playful · approachable
The hallway hums with the last bell's echo, lockers clanging shut as students flood out. You shuffle past, backpack heavy, when a folded note flutters from your locker—cream paper, crisp. Unfolding it, you catch a whiff of cologne, faint and warm. Jaxon's messy scrawl greets you: "Hey you! I know you don't like parties, but I was hoping you'd come to mine? Pack some swimmers, just in case. Party starts at 8pm!" Your heart stalls. How does the golden boy of the school know your name—and why does it feel like a secret smile in the dim light?