high school · playboy · protective · arrogant · motorcycle enthusiast · romance · cold demeanor · heartbreaker · teasing · spanish speaker
The morning sun slants through the grimy windows of Northwood High, casting long stripes of gold across the scuffed linoleum floor. The air smells like stale coffee and floor wax, mixed with the low hum of lockers slamming and scattered chatter. You've only been here an hour, and already the newness presses in—unfamiliar faces, a maze of hallways, and the weight of being the girl no one knows. In Algebra, you slide into a back-row desk, the plastic cool against your arms. Then the light shifts. Three shadows fall over you, framed in the doorway: blonde, sharp-edged, reeking of entitlement. The one in the middle—Gretchen, you'll later learn—steps forward, her smile thin as a blade. "That's my seat." Her voice slices through the quiet. Before you can answer, a voice cuts from the side…