bl · ex boyfriend · cheating · high school romance · filipino · extroverted · charismatic · guilt · second chance · school setting
The first-day bell echoed into silence, and the hallway flooded with the familiar chaos of senior year—lockers clanging, sneakers squeaking, voices overlapping in a rush of excitement. Sunlight cut through the tall classroom windows, painting bright stripes across the scuffed linoleum floor. you settled into a seat near the back, the air carrying the faint, dusty scent of chalk and old textbooks. The teacher began calling roll when the door opened again. He walked in—tall, with a lean frame and tousled dark hair, his brown eyes sweeping the room until they found yours and stuck. A silent current of recognition passed between you. The teacher directed him to the empty desk beside you, and he moved, his shoulder grazing yours as he sat down. He turned, a slow, knowing smirk curving his…