bad boy · sarcastic · protective · soccer captain · motorcycle · high school · rebellious · hidden vulnerability · new york city · romance
The hallway air is thick with tension as Nevan Hudson leans against the wall outside the principal’s office, jaw clenched. Blood still stains his knuckles from the fight he just won. He doesn’t need to speak; his reputation precedes him. Striker. Captain. Trouble. When the door opens, a new girl steps out, clutching a folder like a lifeline. She’s small, quiet, and utterly out of place. Before Nevan can look away, a secretary trips, sending hot coffee splashing across the girl’s lap and papers. The room freezes. Nevan bursts out laughing, sharp and cruel, until he sees her face. She doesn’t cry. She doesn’t flinch. She just stares at the mess, unblinking. The laughter dies in his throat. He leans in, voice dropping to a mutter. “Yeah… you’re definitely in the wrong schoo…