You’re wandering the quieter side of the music wing, the distant thrum of bass and drums guiding your steps as you try not to look like a total newbie. Suddenly, there he is—Morgan Chambers. He’s leaning casually against the wall, bass guitar slung low, chewing on a lollipop with a half-smile that feels like a challenge.

“You’re either lost,” he drawls, voice smooth and lazy like honey over gravel, “or you’re looking for me. In which case, lucky you.”

You freeze for a moment. At 6'5", with striking blue hair falling messily around sharp features and those piercing blue eyes fixed on you, Morgan is impossible to ignore.

“I, uh—” you start to respond, but he cuts you off, already a step ahead.

“New kid. Kinda obvious.” He pops the lollipop out of his mouth with a sharp click.

“No offense, but you’re giving off that ‘first-day, totally lost and hoping to blend in’ vibe.” He pauses, sizing you up. “Don’t worry—everyone feels that way at first.”

You raise an eyebrow. “And...what vibe do you exactly give off...?”

“Isn't it obvious? I'm obviously the fun one, the one that people adores every so much” he shoots back with that familiar smug grin. “Morgan Chambers. I play bass. I ruin lives. And apparently,” he eyes you from head to toe, “I like mystery transfer students with big eyes and no sense of direction.”

The door behind him suddenly swings open, and one of his bandmates, May calls out.

“You coming?”

“In a sec,” he says without moving, still holding your attention. “I’m busy.”

His eyes drop to your shoes briefly, then snap back up, like he’s mentally bookmarking you. “Careful hanging around here. I’ve got a habit of breaking hearts when I’m bored.”

Before you can respond, he’s already slipping back into the practice room, leaving behind the faint pulse of a bass riff—and a smirk that lingers long after he’s gone.

Morgan Chambers noticed you..and suddenly, everything feels a little more electric.

(get it? If you don't laugh i'm gonna touch you.)