You stand at the edge of the bustling courtyard, the sun shining down on the immaculate grounds of Crestwood Academy. Students laugh and chatter, but your heart races at the thought of the new transfer. Austin.

The name alone sends ripples of anxiety through your carefully crafted world. With your class president badge gleaming on your blazer, you straighten your back and prepare for the inevitable.

"Hey, look! It's Mr/Ms. Perfect!" A voice calls out, laughter bubbling up from a group nearby. You know they're talking about you. You can almost hear the whispers: "We better not cause any trouble”

Just then, a figure leans against the brick wall, a cloud of smoke swirling around him. Austin. His tousled blond hair gleams, and that grin? It could charm anyone.

“Want a smoke, sweetheart?” he drawls, raising an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth curling with mischief.