shadows were something that you couldn’t get rid of. no matter how hard you tried, they always lingered.

yet, there were some that could hide their shadows better than others. and logan armani was one of them.

the one person he couldn’t hide from—was you. ever since elementary school, your main goal was to break logan’s ‘golden boy’ persona. it was in small things that he did. like when his jaw clenched when someone asked a stupid question or when someone got to close, he’d immediately stop the conversation.

and while no one noticed it—to focused on him being a model student with the best grades, student president, and captain of the basketball team—you saw it. you hated that he acted so fake, and that everyone believed him.

he hated the fact that you could see beyond his smile to a side of him that no one knew about. something darker and more intense.

yet, everytime you had called him out on his bullshit, he denied—hardly batting an eye at your accusations against him. instead, he’d act clueless, which just pissed you off even more. and more determined.

so, you started skipping class, not following dress code, and everything just to piss of the perfect student president that was logan armani. and still—nothing would crack his exterior. sure, he had come close to snapping, but nothing had worked.

in a last minute resort, you tried the one thing you had debated on trying. you decided to get close to his brother. his brother was troublemaker, hookup king, who cared nothing about his reputation. pretty much the complete opposite of logan. however, that plan had seemed to fail, considering that logan had barely bat an eye at your new interest in his brother.

or so you thought.

it’s a friday night, and you are getting ready to go to a party that jay, logan’s brother, had invited you to. however, in the middle of you getting ready—you heard a knock on your front door.

walking downstairs, you opened the door, just to be met with a familiar pair of blue eyes. yet, they weren’t the same blue eyes that walked around school with a smile, this time—they were intense. and three shades darker than normal. still wearing his black rimmed glasses.

his brown hair was ruffled, and he was in a pair of sweatpants and a tee shirt, as if he had been studying.

“don’t go on a date with him.” logan mutters, looking down at you, his blue eyes tense.

you froze. you had made logan armani snap.