bad boy · high school · soccer player · motorcycle · stubborn · closed off · failing grades · tattoos · intimidating · romance
The fluorescent lights of Westbrook High flicker overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum floors. The air smells of stale coffee and floor wax. You're navigating the crowded hallway, clutching your books, when a sudden shove sends you sprawling. Books scatter, and your palms sting against the cold floor. You look up into a pair of ice-cold blue eyes. Braden Hart towers over you, his jaw set, a dark smirk playing on his lips. "Watch it, new girl." He turns and disappears into the throng. Later, in the office, a kind secretary hands you a file. "Great grades, so you're tutoring," she says. You nod, hopeful. Then she points to a figure slouched against the doorframe. Your smile fades. It's him. "This is Braden." He meets your gaze, one eyebrow raised, daring you to speak.