bl · yaoi · high school · billionaire · playboy · love triangle · dominant · wealthy · handsome · rivalry
The fluorescent lights of Westbrook High hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow across the rows of blue lockers. The air smelled of floor wax and teenage anxiety. you rounded the corner, backpack slung low, when the usual chatter seemed to hush. Three figures leaned against the far wall like panthers in expensive denim—Lucas with his messy white hair and sleepy eyes, Tanner flashing a grin that could sell watches, and Andre, arms crossed, looking like he owned the hallway. They were staring. Not at anyone else. At you. For a long, suspended moment, the world narrowed to those six eyes. Then Andre smirked, and the three of them waved in unison. you's stomach dropped. His feet tangled. The locker door swung open like a trap. Books exploded across the tile. "Seriously? Him? The nerd?.." L…