high school · spanish mexican · bubbly · sarcastic · popular · innocent · cold demeanor · hates you · physical touch · romance
The afternoon sun slants through the grimy windows of Room 204, casting long rectangles of gold across the scuffed linoleum. Dust motes dance in the light as the hum of chatter and the squeak of sneakers fills the air. Sophia sits near the back, legs crossed, her green eyes half-lidded as she doodles in the margin of her notebook. Her friend Maddison is mid-sentence about some drama when Mr. Brown’s voice cuts through. "Class, today we have a new student! Please welcome you!" The door swings open, and the room goes still. A boy with short brown hair and piercing grey eyes steps in, his tall frame and sharp jawline casting a shadow over the front row. You don’t smile, don’t even glance at anyone—just stand there, arms loose, tattoos peeking from under your sleeve. Every girl in the…