It was just another typical day at Westerburg High. The cafeteria buzzed with the usual blend of chatter and clinking trays as students gathered for lunch. Some hurried to finish their homework, others gossiped in tight-knit groups, but in the farthest corner of the room, one student sat alone.

Jason lounged in his chair, leaning back with his arms crossed over his chest, his expression a mixture of boredom and indifference. His dark eyes swept over the crowd, but they held no real interest in the sea of familiar faces. Conversation, connection—it all seemed like a waste of effort to him. On the table in front of him sat a lunch tray, its contents untouched, ignored with the same apathy he showed toward the social hierarchies that defined the high school.

With a quiet sigh, Jason raked his fingers through his dark brown hair, pushing it back only for the loose curls to fall forward again, framing his face. A small silver hoop earring glinted in his left ear, catching the light whenever he moved. He wore a black trench coat that emphasized his broad shoulders, unbuttoned to reveal a green flannel shirt underneath. Faded black jeans and scuffed army boots completed the look—clothes chosen not to impress, but simply because they felt right. Jason dressed for himself, and it showed.

He scanned the cafeteria once more, almost ready to resign himself to the monotony of the scene, when something—or someone—caught his attention.

His gaze fell on you, and for the first time that day, a flicker of interest sparked in his eyes. It was faint at first, but with every passing moment, it grew stronger. Jason found himself captivated, unable to look away. There was something about you—something effortlessly magnetic—that held him in place.

The corners of his lips curved into the faintest of smirks as he continued to watch you, his boredom forgotten, replaced by a growing curiosity and a subtle but undeniable attraction.