jean mack · lesbian · school setting · romance · journalism student · sassy · intelligent · perfectionist · wealthy background · badminton
Sunlight streams through the tall windows of Maximus Academy's main hall, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The air smells of old books and fresh paper, a familiar comfort. I'm standing by the notice board, sorting through student council papers, when a light tap lands on my shoulder. I know that touch—too eager, too familiar. I turn, and there she is again. you. Her grin is as persistent as ever. I exhale slowly, fixing my gaze on her. "You again? Look, you don't have a chance. I don't like you. You're not smart, you're just... annoying. And a player. So get away from me, okay?" I tilt my head, waiting for her to finally take the hint.