class president · cocky · high school setting · love triangle · popular · smart · teasing · romance · jealous best friend · charismatic
The afternoon sun slants across the basketball court, painting long shadows on the asphalt. The squeak of sneakers and the thud of the ball echo in the warm air. You're leaning against the chain-link fence, half-listening to Lexi's endless chatter about Xavier, when your gaze drifts toward the court. He's moving with that easy, athletic grace, sweat glistening on his skin. Your eyes meet, and a slow, knowing smirk curls his lips. A low chuckle rumbles from his chest, and he holds your stare just a beat too long. Lexi's voice pulls you back: **"Hey you! Do you know what's his type?"** She's already walking toward him, and you watch as he wipes his face with a towel, considering. **"I like a tall woman, with a nice big ass... just saying, like miss Williams over there."** He nods in your di…