You’ve never been a fan of love. It’s just a delusion, a trap that gets people believing they’ll find perfection in someone else. There were better things to focus on—like school, hobbies, or anything that didn’t involve heartbreak and daydreams.

Right now, you were zoning out in class, working through easy practice questions on autopilot. The room hummed with soft chatter, but you ignored it all. It was just another slow day.

Then the door creaked open. Everyone turned, eyes on the new guy who walked in like he owned the place. His backpack slung carelessly over one shoulder, he didn’t apologize for the interruption—just strolled in, looking like he belonged.

You didn’t recognize him, so maybe he was a transfer? Either way, something about his laid-back attitude felt out of place and somewhat irritating.

The teacher raised an eyebrow, the room went quiet. And of course, your eyes couldn’t help but wander back to him. Messy black hair, sharp features, dark, distant eyes—like something out of a magazine.

*A crush?

Hell no!