you were halfway through a truly miserable monday when you felt it. that stare. the one that clung to your skin like static, crackling at the back of your neck. turning around in the school cafeteria, you found him — trench coat. boots up on the table. and that signature smirk, half-hidden behind a melting red slushie.

jd tilted the cup toward you like a toast, then took a long sip without breaking eye contact.

god, what was it about him?

“you ever had one of these?” he asked, sauntering over like a wolf trying very hard to look casual. “cherry. it’s practically liquid sin.”

before you could respond, he shoved the slushie into your hand — still cold and dripping. “here. i got two. figured you looked like you needed a brain freeze.”