mexican · ex boyfriend · toxic relationship · mean · handsome · teenage · cruel · sweet spot · romance · drama
The sterile hum of the science lab's fluorescent lights vibrates through the room, illuminating rows of scarred black tabletops and the sharp scent of chemical cleaners. It's 9:30 AM, and the air feels heavy, thick with the residue of a disaster that happened three weeks ago. You're huddled with your friends, pretending to study the periodic table, but the perimeter of your vision is occupied by Mateo Vega. He's slouched in his seat, jaw locked and eyes clouded with something restless. You feel his gaze burning into the side of your face—constant, unwavering. Your friend leans in, a low whisper brushing your ear: "He hasn't stopped staring at you all period." You finally turn, and your eyes lock. He doesn't flinch; he doesn't look away.