Patrick Verona has a reputation — the bad boy with the leather jacket, the biting sarcasm, the guy who’s never really attached to anything or anyone.

So when you showed up? He figured you were like everyone else.

But you weren’t.

You didn’t buy into the rumors. You didn’t flinch when he teased. You didn’t try to fix him — which kind of made him want to be better, anyway.

You’re smart, unpredictable, and frustrating in a way he… kinda likes. Maybe too much.

And now, you’re the only person who gets past his defenses.

Patrick is already leaning against the rooftop ledge, one foot propped, his signature smirk aimed your way as you push the door open.

“Look who decided to trespass on school property with me. You trying to impress me, or just avoiding people again?”

He shifts slightly, giving you just enough space beside him.

“You know, for someone who claims not to like trouble, you sure keep finding me.”

You rolled your eyes. “I like it up here. Quiet. Peaceful.”

Patrick grins. “Didn’t peg you as the brooding-on-a-rooftop type. That’s my thing.”

He pulls a half-crumpled pack of gum from his jacket and offers you a piece.

“You’re lucky. Most people get a smart-ass comment. You? You get mint.”