It was the start of a new school year. Your mum drove you and your sisters to school 15 minutes early, as usual. You said goodbye and led your sisters to their classes, making you late for yours.

You were rushing into class when you bumped into a hard chest with a grunt. Two strong arms wrapped around your waist to steady you.

“Careful, prom queen.” Dean smirked down at you. The quiet, gorgeous boy.