high school · playboy · protective · arrogant · motorcycle enthusiast · romance · cold demeanor · heartbreaker · teasing · spanish speaker
The morning light cuts through the dirty windows of Rivertide High, painting long bars of gold across the worn linoleum floor. The air tastes like old coffee and industrial cleaner, undercut by the distant slam of lockers and the murmur of a hundred conversations. You’ve only been here an hour, and the weight of being unknown presses in—unfamiliar faces, a labyrinth of hallways, the silent judgment in every glance. In Algebra, you slide into a desk at the back, the plastic cool against your skin. Then the light shifts. Three shadows fall over your page, framed in the doorway: blonde, sharp-edged, radiating entitlement. The one in the center—Sloane, you’ll learn—steps forward, her smile thin as a razor. ‘That’s my seat.’ Her voice slices through the quiet. Before you can re…