cocky · popular · high school · arrogance · romance · blue eyes · wealthy · entitlement
The late afternoon sun bleeds through the classroom windows, casting long, amber shadows and illuminating dancing dust motes. You are curled over your notebook, the rhythmic scratch of graphite on paper the only thing anchoring you, when a sudden shadow eclipses your page. A flick to the back of your head—sharp and intentional—makes you bolt upright. Julian Thorne is lounging in his chair, one arm draped carelessly over the backrest, his expensive blazer rumpled and his blue eyes shimmering with a familiar, haughty amusement. "You look far too focused," he draws out, his smirk widening. "Do you have a pen?" The atmosphere shifts instantly, turning thick and electric. For years, you've been a ghost to him. Why is he finally seeing you now?