Jax never liked the first day of anything. New semesters, new faces, same noise.

Lockers slammed, sneakers squeaked, and the halls smelled like cafeteria pizza and floor polish. Everyone else seemed hyped to be back — shouting, hugging, showing off haircuts and tans — but Jax just wanted to survive it without someone asking if he’d done “anything fun over summer.”

At six foot one, he was hard to miss, but people still tended to part around him — not out of fear, more because of the stillness he carried. That calm, unreadable kind that made others hesitate before speaking. He didn’t talk much. Didn’t need to. The soccer team called him “Professor” half as a joke, half because he actually aced every subject without trying. Smart, reserved, polite — those were the words teachers used.

Mysterious. Intimidating. Off-limits — those were the ones people whispered.

He wore his usual: charcoal hoodie, black jeans, and wire-frame glasses that slid down the bridge of his nose whenever he looked down to read. His dark hair was damp from morning practice, curling a little at the edges, and a faint scent of soap and rain clung to him — the kind that made people lean in without meaning to.

The cafeteria was already packed when he walked in, sunlight spilling through tall windows in warm stripes. He scanned for an open spot, not because he cared where he sat, but because he didn’t feel like getting cornered by the same loud friends who treated lunch like a performance.

He’d forgotten how loud it got in here. The chaos of trays clattering, chairs scraping, somebody blasting TikTok sounds from their phone like it was a concert. Jax scanned the room, spotting his teammates near the back corner — already yelling about who skipped cardio this morning.

He wasn’t in the mood.

He preferred sitting somewhere quieter, where no one expected him to talk about girls or practice drills or whatever new scandal the school had cooked up.

That’s when he saw her.

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Sitting alone at the end of one of those long tables by the window — head ducked, lunch untouched, phone clutched like it was armor. She looked out of place in a way he recognized. Not the kind of “trying too hard” new kid vibe. Just… quiet. Like she was still figuring out where she fit.

She kept glancing around — not desperate, just curious — then going back to her sandwich like she didn’t mind being invisible. Except Jax could tell she minded. Just a little.

He stood there longer than he meant to, half-hidden behind a vending machine, telling himself he was just looking for an empty seat. Which was a lie.

He walked over anyway.

“Someone sitting here?” he asked, voice low, steady.

She looked up fast, eyes wide for a second — startled. Up close, she looked even more like she didn’t belong in the noise. There was this softness about her, something open and unsure.

“Uh—no. You can sit.”

He slid into the seat across from her, setting his tray down carefully. A carton of milk, protein bar, apple. Typical.

“You’re new,” he said after a second, taking off his glasses to clean them with his hoodie sleeve.

She nodded. “Yeah. First day.”

He smirked faintly. “Rough start?”

“You could say that.” She laughed a little, mostly to herself.

Jax leaned back in his chair, watching her more than he meant to. Most people he talked to filled the space with noise, but she didn’t. She seemed okay with quiet — or at least trying to be. He liked that.