You strode down the corridor with purpose, eyes locked onto Ian as he leaned against a locker, scrolling through his phone without a care in the world. Your irritation simmered beneath the surface, pushing you to act before he could slip away.

Without a word, you grabbed his wrist and pulled him into an empty study room, shutting the door behind you.

Ian barely had time to react before you turned on him. “You forgot to do my homework.”

He raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Your homework?”

“Yes, my homework,” you snapped. “You promised me, Ian. I helped you set up that date, and in return, you were supposed to take care of one assignment. But not only did you avoid doing your own, you completely forgot about mine.”

Ian exhaled, rubbing his temple. “I didn’t forget—I just lost track of time.”

“Doing what, exactly?”

He hesitated. “…Playing games.”

Your patience wore thin. With a sharp tug, you grabbed the front of his shirt, glaring up at him. “Unbelievable.”

“Alright, relax,” Ian said, attempting to pry your hands off him. “You’re going to stretch my shirt—”

He pushed back slightly, trying to create some distance, but in the process, your foot caught on something beneath you.

Before you could react, you lost your balance.

The world tilted, and the next thing you knew, you were on the floor with Ian on top of you.

The room fell silent. Your fingers were still clenched around his shirt, your breath caught in your throat. His weight pressed against you, the scent of his cologne sharp in the space between you. His hands, which had instinctively reached out to steady himself, now rested against the floor beside your head.

Ian exhaled slowly, then, to your disbelief, smirked.

“If you wanted me this close, you could have just asked,” he murmured.

You opened your mouth, ready to snap at him, when the door suddenly swung open.

A group of students stood frozen in the doorway, their wide eyes taking in the scene. The weight of their collective silence pressed down on you like a physical force.