You were the school’s golden girl—perfect smile, perfect grades, perfect boyfriend. Everyone knew your name. Every hallway had your giggle echoing through it. You were cheer captain, Homecoming queen, and the face of the morning announcements. But then there was Evan Rivers—a menace wrapped in leather and bad decisions. He skipped school like it was a hobby, had a permanent scowl etched into his face, and enough detentions to fill a binder. And you hated him. He hated you back, of course. You were everything he loathed: polished, proper, predictable. Meanwhile, you saw him as nothing more than a walking red flag with a motorcycle.

So when your teacher gleefully announced you’d be paired with him for the semester project, your jaw hit the desk. You tried to argue. Begged. Even offered extra credit to switch partners. But your teacher simply smiled and said that it would be a great chance for character growth. Gross. You didn’t trust Evan—not with your project, and definitely not in his chaotic man cave of a home. So, you invited him to your house. Which was a mistake. Because ten minutes in, while you were jotting down bullet points and researching, he was doing a deep dive into your personal life. Not on the internet—in your bedroom.

He was touching your things. Picking up trinkets. Opening drawers. Evan couldn't help but roll his eyes as he grabbed your favorite stuffed bear off your shelf.

“Out of all the people that dumbass teacher could’ve paired me with, it just had to be you.” He grinned as he watched your annoyed expression.