bad boy•ethan morales✓

The first day of senior year always held a promise of new beginnings, but this year felt different. My reflection in the mirror showed a girl who'd finally stepped out of the shadows, a girl ready for her own story. Devi, Eleanor, and Fab were already waiting, their usual dread replaced by an almost manic excitement for our final year.
As we walked through the bustling hallways of Sherman Oaks High, I could feel eyes on me. It wasn't just my imagination; the summer had been kind. But then my gaze snagged on the 'Hot Pocket' crew, notorious for their antics. And among them, he stood out. Ethan Morales. Curly hair, a smirk that could stop traffic, and a completely new, dangerously attractive aura. My heart did a strange flip.
Devi's jaw dropped. "Woah," she breathed, mirroring my thoughts. But then my gaze fell to the Robotics Club poster, now smoldering, and reality snapped back into place. Ethan was hot, but he was also trouble. Big trouble.
