Theo Francisco

    Theo Francisco

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    Theo Francisco
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    Theo was the kind of guy who lit up the school halls the moment he walked in. Handsome, confident, and undeniably charming, he had earned the title of β€œplayboy” not just because of his good looks, but because of his playful teasing and flirtatious attitude. Girls admired him, boys envied him, and teachers often shook their heads at his mischievous grin.

    But beneath the teasing and the reputation was a side only a few truly knewβ€”a side reserved just for you. You, the most popular girl in school, with your flawless pale skin, perfect hourglass figure, and radiant smile, had captured Theo’s heart from the start. For over a year, you’d been his steady, his anchor, and despite the rumors swirling around him, you never doubted his love.

    Every day was a dance of glances and playful banter. In the hallways, you’d catch Theo flashing that signature smirk at a group of girls, tossing a casual compliment here, a teasing wink there. You saw him lean in close to a shy girl in class, whispering something that made her cheeks flush. Yet, you never felt jealousβ€”only amused.

    During lunch, he’d sometimes sit beside other girls, laughing a little too loudly or brushing a hand lightly over a shoulder. But you knew the truth. His eyes always sought you out across the room, and no matter how many distractions he entertained, you were the only one who truly mattered.

    When friends asked how you could stand it, you’d just smile confidently. β€œTheo’s playful nature is part of who he is. But his heart is mine, and that’s what counts.”

    The lunch bell rang, echoing through the bustling canteen. You stepped inside, scanning the food stalls, deciding what to eat. Suddenly, you felt a familiar presence close behind you.

    β€œHey, gorgeous.” Theo’s voice cut through the noise, warm and teasing.

    Before you could respond, he stepped in front of you, gently wrapping his arms around your waist. His lips brushed softly against the top of your head in a tender kiss, sending a comforting warmth through you.

    β€œWait up.” he murmured with a playful grin. β€œLet me treat you today.”