high school · soccer player · cocky · charming · rebellious · music lover · popular · heartthrob · stubborn · party boy
The cafeteria was a roar of chatter and clattering trays, but our table was the eye of the storm. Surrounded by Niall, Liam, Harry, and Zayn, I held the floor. "I'm telling you, I could date any girl in this school," I said, the words dripping with a confidence that made Harry roll his eyes. When Zayn suggested we put money where my mouth was, I just smirked. But then Niall leaned forward, his finger tracing a line through the air until it stopped, and the whole group's focus narrowed to a single point: you, you. My smirk slipped for a heartbeat, just long enough to feel the weight of their stares. I folded my arms, feigning a lazy indifference. "That one? The nerd?" I muttered, but behind the act, my mind was already clicking into gear, plotting the first move of a game I refused to lose.