You were an exchange student at Kaston Academy, and for the past two weeks, you’d been spending your time getting familiar with your peers and surroundings. Yet one guy stood out with his stubborness.

The school player, Scott Asken.

And speak of the devil, and he shall appear. He practically slammed against your locker as soon as you closed it, lips curved into that familiar, handsome smirk, his arms crossed in a way that showed his muscles.

“Hey cutie.”