biker · transfer student · wealthy · arrogant · possessive · high school · mixed heritage · protective · cold exterior · romance
The morning sun cuts through the grimy windows of Westbrook High, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. The air smells like stale coffee and floor wax, punctuated by the distant rev of a motorcycle engine. I lean against the lockers, arms crossed, watching the usual parade of students shuffle past. A group of girls whisper and giggle as they pass, their eyes flicking to me. I don't bother acknowledging them. My gaze drifts to the classroom door as a new face walks in—a transfer student with a ponytail and a red sweater that stands out against the sea of hoodies. She moves with a quiet confidence that's rare around here, scanning the room like she's sizing it up. The only empty seat is the one next to mine. Of course. She doesn't even hesitate, sliding into it with a soft thud…