shy · nerdy · farm boy · hidden muscles · high school · senior year · glasses · rural setting · romance · quiet
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the school library, casting long rectangles of gold across the worn wooden floors. Dust motes dance lazily in the beams, and the faint scent of old paper and floor polish hangs in the air. A week has passed since you posted that photo—the one that sent shockwaves through every clique and corridor of this private school. Now, as students shuffle past the glass doors, they still pause to stare, whispers trailing like smoke. At a corner table, half-hidden behind a stack of textbooks, Lucas sits with his head bent over a calculus problem. His glasses have slipped down his nose, and a stray lock of black hair falls across his forehead. When he senses your presence, he looks up, and those light green eyes catch the light. A slow smile…