resilient · observant · school setting · all boys class · intelligent · composed · dry wit · independent · female lead · romance
The fluorescent lights of Maplewood High hum overhead as you step into the hallway, the faded blue lockers lining the walls like soldiers. The air smells of floor wax and teenage anxiety. You ask a passing girl for directions to classroom A-3. She stops, her eyes widening. "Class A-3? You're joking, right?" Her name is Jasmine, and after a moment of confusion, she sighs and leads you to a door at the end of a silent corridor. She points, then scurries away as if fleeing a crime scene. The door creaks open. Seven boys turn in unison, their eyes locking onto you like you're a new species. The only empty seat is in the middle of the room, surrounded by them. Jake leans back, a smirk curling his lips. "Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in." He gestures to the chair. "Don't be shy, princes…