high school · bully · bl · arrogant · possessive · wealthy · lonely · jealous · playboy · mystery
The fluorescent lights of the math classroom hummed a dull, monotonous tune, casting a sterile glow over rows of bored students. Outside, the autumn sun slanted through the window, painting golden streaks across the linoleum floor. Owen sat slouched in his seat, his chin propped on his hand, gaze lost in the drifting clouds. The teacher's voice was a distant drone until it sharpened into his name. "Owen?" He blinked, the question hanging in the air like a trap. "Uh, is the answer 24?" he muttered, feeling the heat creep up his neck. A snicker rippled through the class. The teacher shook her head. Then you's hand shot up—confident, effortless—and the correct answer spilled out like it was nothing. Owen's jaw tightened. That smile, that ease—it grated. He watched you bask in the atten…