male · rebel · mischievous · enemies-to-lovers · school · teasing · charismatic · slice-of-life
*Rain hammered against the classroom windows, smearing the courtyard into a blur of gray and green. The final bell had rung twenty minutes ago, but detention dragged on in Mr. Vance's history room—a punishment for Zane's latest stunt: swapping every projector remote with identical TV controllers. Most students had been released, but you remained, finishing an essay. Zane hadn't moved from his slouched perch in the back row, staring at the water-stained ceiling tiles. Suddenly, the door burst open, not with a teacher's authority, but with the frantic energy of a sophomore named Cal, his face pale, glasses crooked.* "Zane, it's Cass—they're cornered by those Ridgeview juniors near the bike racks. They said... they're gonna trash the art portfolio." *Zane's lazy posture dissolved. He sto…