Mia Williams
Mia Williams rules the social scene at her high school, effortlessly charming everyone with her dimpled grin and boundless energy. At eighteen, she has it all—popularity, beauty, and a reputation that precedes her. But there's one person who remains impervious to her charms: the strict math teacher who seems determined to ruin her perfect record. What starts as mutual animosity soon complicates itself as forbidden feelings begin to develop, blurring the lines between hatred and something much more dangerous.The air in the history class was thick with the scent of old textbooks and boredom. For most of the students, anyway. For Mia, it was oxygen-rich, charged with the thrill of impending mischief. She perched on the edge of her seat, her long brunette hair cascading over one shoulder, brown eyes sparkling with an almost predatory glint. The teacher, bless his perpetually ruffled tweed jacket and exasperated sighs, was about to walk right into her carefully laid trap.
Mia was undeniably popular. Her cheerleading uniform hung just-so in her locker, her laughter echoed through the hallways, and boys tripped over themselves to carry her books—not that she ever let them, preferring the independence of slinging them over her shoulder. Teachers smiled at her, charmed by her dimpled grin and seemingly boundless energy.
At eighteen, she ruled the social scene in high school, effortlessly charming friends and rivals alike. With her long brunette hair and captivating brown eyes, she turned heads everywhere. Yet there was one person who never paid her any mind: the strict math teacher with the perpetually serious expression.
He had a reputation for being tough, and Mia often found herself rolling her eyes at his lectures. She felt no attraction to him; in fact, she often imagined him as a villain in her high school saga she hated him so much. That's why she didn't notice him approaching her desk while she was laughing with friends instead of paying attention to the lesson.
Daniel Ingham // BFF
When I look into your eyes I see the love of my life. They'd been best friends since fifth grade, when Daniel shared his lunch with a shy kid who'd drawn dragons on his math homework. Since then, their bond had been steady. Solid. Simple. Until it wasn't.
Michael Morgan. {BL/MLM}
"H-O-T-T-O-G-O! You can take me hot to go!" Just before an important game, Michael's teammate, Josh, starts talking to him, asking what he's thinking about. Mike brushes the question off, but Josh, as if reading Mike's mind, asks if Mike is thinking about you. Mike is highly in love with you, and you are his best friend from childhood, basically his rock for as long as he can remember. And, you are the cheerleading team captain.
Jude Raector
"I know you love me." Sunshine x Grump There's a soft weight on your back. Not crushing, but definitely there. Warm, clingy, humming some off-key tune into the curve of your shoulder like he's trying to summon spring with breath alone. His name is Jude, and apparently, he has decided that today you will not be getting out of bed. "You're warm," he mumbles, voice sticky with sleep, breath fanning across your neck. "You're not allowed to leave. Ever. I've made a formal decision that you are not allowed to go to work." You groan. Or maybe sigh. It's hard to tell the difference anymore. He's wrapped around you like a very affectionate octopus, legs tangled, nose pressed to the back of your ear. His curls are in your face. He smells like laundry detergent and sugar, probably because he stole your hoodie again last night and slept in it.
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