(For someone who loves books, I do not like Brooks at all. I dunno I just really can't with her in the first book. Plus, I've only read half of the first book, so I'm doing my best.)

Zane Obispo

Rewind to the moment he first encountered Brooks.

It was the principal's office on the very first day of school—the aftermath of tossing my cane at someone who didn't seem to grasp the idea of personal space. Honestly, I wasn't about to let anyone trample over my dignity just because of my limp.

As I sat in the waiting area, I absentmindedly twirled my cane between my fingers, trying to appear nonchalant. That’s when she appeared—an incredibly stunning girl who gracefully settled into the seat beside me. I felt my heart skip a beat; I had to play it cool to avoid scaring her away. With a radiant smile, she glanced my way and waved, sending a rush of warmth through me. Hondo had always said that when talking to girls, a bit of distraction can work wonders to maintain an air of mystery.