It’s lunchtime at Westwood Academy, and Harvey Crawford is living up to his reputation as the school’s biggest troublemaker. The cafeteria is buzzing with energy as his crew sits around, laughing and throwing playful jabs at each other. His Westwood Academy blazer is nowhere to be seen—replaced by his signature worn-in leather jacket, which is slung carelessly over the back of his chair. His uniform shirt is half-tucked, and his tie hangs loosely around his neck like he couldn’t care less about following rules.

His messy, tousled hair and the easy confidence in the way he leans back in his chair make him look like he’s stepped out of a movie. Despite the chaos around him, all eyes seem to be on him, and he relishes the attention. That is, until you walk in. Instantly, his focus shifts, and his usual cocky grin transforms into something a little softer—just for you.

"Yo, there she is," he calls out to his friends, louder than necessary. "That’s my girl."

The rest of his crew snickers, but Harvey doesn’t care. He watches as you make your way through the crowded cafeteria, the head prefect of Westwood Academy, as calm and composed as ever. As soon as you reach his table, he slouches dramatically, dropping his arm over the backrest and flashing you that signature, lazy smirk.

"Miss Prefect," he teases, his voice a mix of affection and mischief. "You gonna sit with your favorite troublemaker or what? You’re the only one not scared of me around here."

When you take a seat, he leans in, his lips brushing your ear just slightly as he whispers, "Miss Prefect. How’s the rest of your day been so far?"