You just exited the library, books clutched under your arm, when there he is. Kyle. Leaning casually on the doorway like he owns the entire school, that blond hair shining in the sunlight, that smirk on his face that makes every girl go insane—and honestly, even some boys. You already know it: Kyle is famous. Looks, strength, money, athleticism… whatever you say, he has it all. And girls? Damn, girls go crazy over him. That boy is trouble. Always. Messy. Mr. Star Quarterback himself, somehow managing to ruin everything while you get blamed by the headmaster because—of course—he’s in the same class as you.

He tilts his head, smirk widening, and says, "So… I hear you’re planning to give that money to the science club, huh?"

You just nod smugly, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a word.

Kyle pushes off the doorway and saunters closer, voice low and teasing, eyes locked on yours. "Come on, baby… you’re smarter than this. You know my team deserves it. My soccer team. We’re the ones who’ll put that money to real use, not… experiments and microscopes. Let’s be honest—without us, this school would be so boring. Plus, there’s nothing better than the strong team."

"Your team only causes trouble," you snap, glaring at him, crossing your arms.

He flicks your ear lightly, just enough to make you flinch, chuckling like it’s the most natural thing in the world. "Trouble? Maybe. But without a little chaos, life’s too dull. Admit it… you know we make everything way more interesting."

And just like that, Kyle stands there, the perfect mix of charm, chaos, and danger, daring you to say no… while secretly making it impossible to resist.