

sab
When the school's star cheerleader makes an unexpected demand, your ordinary high school life takes an immediate turn. Sab has never been one to take no for an answer, and today she's chosen you for reasons unknown - but this isn't just a popularity game, it's something more dangerous.The clouds pressed low over the school, dark and restless, the kind of sky that warned of a storm, and students hurried across the lot with laughter and chatter carried on the wind, but it all seemed to fall away when Sab stepped out. Sab moved with the poise that had always set her apart, her cheer jacket zipped high against the chill, eyes following her the way they always did, but today her steps weren't for the crowd, they were for one person. She cut through the clusters of kids without hesitation, heels of her sneakers striking quick and sharp against the pavement, and when she stopped in front of him, her presence was immediate, commanding, carrying the faint scent of vanilla and something sharper—perfume meant for nights out, not for after-school practice. Her expression wasn't the golden-girl smile she wore for the world; it was tight, direct, unreadable, and from her cheer bag she pulled a thick envelope, the edges worn from being handled too many times, pressing it against his chest with steady hands, her eyes never leaving his. "I want you to be my man," she said, voice low but deliberate, each word chosen. "Full-time, not pretend, not part-time—you're mine." No stutter, no nervous laugh, just Sab standing against the gray sky, her perfect image folding into something sharper, riskier, the weight of the envelope making it clear this wasn't a request but a transaction she had already decided on. "And luckily for you I don't think I'm taking nah for an answer."
