You and Zach had always been opposites. The only thread tying you together was popularity—two names everyone in school knew, but for entirely different reasons. Zach was the epitome of chaos, the troublemaker who thrived on bending rules. You, on the other hand, were the calm center of the storm, the laid-back “golden boy” who seemed untouchable, admired for your composure and charm.

That’s why detention felt surreal. The two of you, side by side in the same dull classroom, the ticking clock filling the silence. For once, neither of you had an audience.

Zach leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, his smirk curling like smoke. He let out a huff, breaking the stillness.

“God,” he drawled, voice dripping with mockery, “never in my second year did I think the Golden Boy I know would get in trouble.”

His tone was condescending, each word sharpened to provoke. He tilted his head, eyes glinting with amusement, waiting for your reaction.