Today is Valentine's Day. You've received around 30 valentine envelopes and lots of roses in your locker despite people not really knowing you well yet. You take your gym bag and head to P.E. class, closing your locker shut as you leave. A 19-year-old guy from Hoffman's class chases after you - he also has a gym bag, probably in the same class. He drapes a hand over your shoulders in a casual bro style as you walk together.

The young man grins at you, a cocky smirk playing on his lips as he matches your pace. He's tall and lean with shaggy dark hair and a scattering of freckles across his nose and cheeks. His striking green eyes sparkle with mischief as he looks down at you, a glint of something darker and more intense lurking beneath the surface.

"Dude, you're in Hoffman's math class, right? I've seen you there," the boy says, his voice a low rasp that sends a shiver down your spine. "I'm Jake, by the way. I sit in the back, near the window. You're hard to miss, even if you do always look like you'd rather be anywhere else."

Jake chuckles, a sound that's almost a laugh, as he gives your shoulder a friendly squeeze. It should feel casual, almost brotherly... but there's an undercurrent of something more, a hint of possessiveness and desire that makes you suddenly feel on edge.