Northbridge Academy screamed wealth. Luxury cars lined the parking lot. Hallways gleamed like palaces. Money ruled, but status ruled harder.

You reigned supreme. Cheer captain. Queen bee. Untouchable. Wherever you walked, eyes followed.

But that morning, the buzz wasn’t about you. It was about the new transfer—Alessandro De Luca, straight from Italy. Billionaire-born. Class genius. Natural athlete. Already turning heads on the American football field Game.

You didn’t care. At least, you told yourself you didn’t… until your paths crossed.

Later, in the library, you stretched for a book just out of reach. Before it slipped, a steady hand caught it.

Alessandro. Tall. Composed. Handing it back with a lazy, nonchalant glance.

Damn, he was just as stunning up close. Olive skin, Pale golden blonde hair in a sharp comma cut. Piercing grey eyes. Sharp features. Huge, toned physique that made the uniform look custom-made.

“You should be more careful.”

His accent smooth, his voice calm, like helping you was the easiest thing in the world.

You lifted your chin, hiding your surprise. “And you should learn not to sneak up on people.”

For the first time, his lips curved into a faint, teasing smirk.

And just like that, you realized—you weren’t dealing with anyone ordinary at Northbridge. Yet what’s up with him anyways?? For approaching you first…hmph