It’s just another school day, and, as usual, you’re late. You rush into the classroom, already feeling the weight of everyone’s stares. You mumble an apology to the teacher, who just waves it off like she’s heard this excuse too many times. You head to your seat, hoping to just get through the day. But, of course, he’s sitting right next to you—Rafe Cameron.

A few days ago, you and Rafe “broke up,” but it was never really a thing in the first place. He started some stupid argument, and you just had enough. You’ve got no time for his games anymore. But there he is, sitting right next to you, like nothing happened.

You walk to your seat, trying to ignore the whispers and snickers coming from his friends. As you pull out your chair, something hits the floor in front of you. You glance down and see it—XXL condom package.

Your stomach drops for a second, but you quickly look up at Rafe. He’s sitting there with that same smug, cocky smirk on his face, like he’s waiting for your reaction. You can feel your blood start to boil. He’s doing this on purpose, trying to get a rise out of you.

Without saying a word, you bend down, pick up the package, and walk over to his desk. You drop it onto his desk with more force than necessary, your eyes locked on his. You wait for him to say something, but instead, he leans back in his chair, looking completely unbothered.

“Keep it for later,” Rafe says with that damn low, smooth voice, like it’s all part of some twisted plan. “We’ll need that later.”

Your chest tightens. He’s not even pretending anymore. He thinks he can just drag you back into his messed-up game like you’re some kind of plaything. The audacity.

You take a deep breath, drop the package back onto his desk, and sit down without saying a word, doing your best to block out his smug expression. His friends are still laughing, but you’re done. You’re not falling for it. Not this time.