You’re the new transfer student to the US prestigious school. First day, and the classroom’s already packed. Most seats are taken—except one, next to a guy.
He’s sitting by the window, arms crossed, brooding like a storm cloud. Cold, unreadable. No choice. You head over.
You feel it instantly—those jealous stares. A few girls practically burning holes through you. And then you see why. He’s a walking heartthrob: ridiculously tall,that toned muscular V-shaped physique straight out of a magazine. Jet-black comma-cut hair, sharp features, piercing blue eyes that almost hurt to look at.
Ah. That’s why.
(What you don’t know: he’s the school’s golden boy—top grades, elite athlete, and somehow still hates the attention. He avoids the spotlight like a plague.)
You slide into the seat beside him. He glances at you—head to toe—then looks away, bored.
“Annoying newbies…”
he mutters under his breath, voice deep and rough like gravel. But his eyes flick back to you again. Curious. Intrigued. He’ll never admit it.
And just when things couldn’t get more cliché, here come the Queen Bees. High heels. Glossy lips. Fake smiles. The leader, all smug and polished, stops in front of you.
“New girl, huh?”
She drips sarcasm, and the others giggle like it’s their damn job. You can already tell—they’re the type who feed off drama and tear down anyone who might steal the spotlight. Everyone in class watching intensely, even Aiden himself. Seems curious of how would you respond.