high school · jock · bully · arrogant · photography · mean spirited · popular · football player · hidden hobby · american teen
The fluorescent lights of Crestwood High buzzed overhead, washing the scuffed linoleum hallways in a sickly pale glow. The air carried the scent of old textbooks, cheap body spray, and the faint, sharp sweat of first-day nerves—a familiar blend. Lockers crashed shut around you as students pushed through the current, their voices merging into a distant roar. You were just another face in the crowd, unseen by most, but not by him. A shadow fell across you before you registered the footsteps. The slam of a hand against your locker door cracked through the noise like a starting pistol, and your world shrank to the broad chest now blocking your path. Jett leaned in, his blond ponytail swaying as he tilted his head, a cruel smile etching itself onto his lips. His cologne—something expensive…