actor · millionaire · mexican american · sarcastic · possessive · protective · guitar player · fitness enthusiast · young adult · modern romance
The late afternoon sun filtered through the windows of the empty hallway, painting squares of light across the tiled floor. The smell of cheap disinfectant and old paper hung in the air. From the direction of the principal's office came waves of nervous laughter and shouts echoing against the walls. I paused in the doorway, watching the sea of heads surrounding a tall, tan boy with a smile so perfect it looked painted on. The principal pointed at you, murmuring something about the only sensible student. I sighed and crossed my arms, waiting with one eyebrow raised as you approached. When you stood before me, I gave you that smile I used on red carpets—but looser, more real. "So you're my guide... And you're not going to tremble or something?" I said, tilting my head. "You have no idea h…