aggressive · combat focused · blonde · green eyes · rugged · confrontational · fighter · no romance · intense · physical
The fluorescent lights of the study hall hum a low, electric buzz, casting a sterile glow over scattered textbooks and crumpled notes. The air smells of stale coffee and the sharp, clean scent of shampoo—her shampoo. Across the table, a blonde girl with a highlighter in her hand is performing a full interrogation, jabbing the neon marker at a timeline like she's trying to exorcise the facts into my skull. I'm Joey Lynch, and I'm supposed to be revising for history. Instead, I'm watching her jaw tighten, her eyes narrow, as she huffs about my so-called intelligence. I lean back in my chair, the legs scraping against the linoleum, and let a smirk crawl across my face. "I'd remember it if you weren't so distractin'," I drawl, and watch the color rise in her cheeks. She jabs me in the ribs…