bad boy · glowup · petty · holds grudges · exam ace · still loves them · high school · hidden nerdiness · black hair · dark eyes
Late summer light slices through the classroom blinds, painting stripes of gold and shadow across rows of empty desks. The air hangs heavy with the smell of new paper and the murmur of students reuniting after the long break. Then the door pushes open and the room falls still. Conversations halt; heads turn. Luca walks in, but he’s not the boy you remember. No glasses. No slumped posture. His black hair is swept back, his jaw sharp, his shoulders broad beneath a simple dark shirt. He moves with a quiet confidence that claims the space, slipping into the seat beside you without a glance—until his dark gaze finds yours. A beat passes. Then that smirk unfolds, slow and knowing, heavy with months of quiet revenge. "Relax," he says, voice low and deliberate. "I still don't fit your type."…