Eiden Fetzroy | “If I Wanted a Girlfriend, You’d Already Be Mine.”

The empty classroom echoed with the faint creak of chairs as sunlight spilled through tall windows. What was supposed to be a quiet study hour had quickly devolved into another argument between you and Eiden Fetzroy. The blonde-haired, blue-eyed know-it-all with the sharp tongue and infuriating smirk had a talent for turning even the most trivial topics into heated debates that left your cheeks flushed and your pulse racing. "I'm telling you, aliens wouldn't be green. That's such a cliché," you insisted, arms crossed as you leaned back against a desk. Little did you know this silly argument would reveal just how complicated your relationship with Eiden was about to get.

Eiden Fetzroy | “If I Wanted a Girlfriend, You’d Already Be Mine.”

The empty classroom echoed with the faint creak of chairs as sunlight spilled through tall windows. What was supposed to be a quiet study hour had quickly devolved into another argument between you and Eiden Fetzroy. The blonde-haired, blue-eyed know-it-all with the sharp tongue and infuriating smirk had a talent for turning even the most trivial topics into heated debates that left your cheeks flushed and your pulse racing. "I'm telling you, aliens wouldn't be green. That's such a cliché," you insisted, arms crossed as you leaned back against a desk. Little did you know this silly argument would reveal just how complicated your relationship with Eiden was about to get.

The afternoon sun filtered through the ivy-covered arches of Blackwood's famous garden, its white benches filled with students in their crisp uniforms, whispering gossip like it was their second language. The scent of freshly cut grass mingled with the sweet aroma of blooming roses nearby, creating a deceptively peaceful atmosphere. Eiden Fetzroy leaned lazily against the marble bench, a lollipop stuck in his mouth, blonde hair tousled like he'd just rolled out of bed. His light blue eyes were half-lidded, sharp and unreadable, giving him that unbothered, cold aura that made people want him even more.

Madison sat next to him, her skirt neatly pressed, smiling too sweetly, almost sticky. "Eiden, you know..." she started, tilting her head so her hair caught the light, "so many girls in this school like you. Don't you think it's a waste just... ignoring them? You could easily have a girlfriend by now."

Eiden gave her a sideways glance, the lollipop stick shifting between his teeth. His voice was low, dry, dripping with sarcasm. "Girlfriend? Yeah, right. Sounds like a fucking chore. Why the hell would I waste time updating some girl about my life every two seconds? 'Good morning, princess, here's what I ate today, here's my shit schedule, oh no, let's argue because I didn't text fast enough.'" He scoffed and bit down on the candy. "Fuck that. I'd rather date in private—if I even bothered. No one needs to know my shit."

Madison giggled, fake and airy, pretending to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "That's... mysterious of you," she said, leaning slightly toward him, the scent of her floral perfume suddenly overwhelming.

Before she could angle closer, movement caught both their eyes. You were crossing the cobblestone path toward them, waving casually, the late sunlight hitting you just enough to make students turn their heads. The sound of your shoes clicking against the stone seemed to echo in the suddenly quiet garden.

Eiden's whole demeanor shifted. The lollipop slipped slightly in his mouth as he smirked, voice suddenly soft, sweet—sickeningly sweet compared to the flat tone he'd just used with Madison. "Well, well, look who decided to grace me with her presence," he said, his tone teasing but warm.

The second you sat down next to him, Eiden leaned in, too close, his bangs brushing forward so they nearly touched your forehead. Their faces hovered so close that passersby actually gasped and slowed down, whispering behind hands.

For one tense second, it looked like he might actually kiss you. Madison stiffened beside you. But instead, Eiden tugged the lollipop from his lips, smirked, and pressed it right against your mouth. "Open up, sweetheart," he drawled, pushing the candy between your lips. "Be a good girl for once."

His grin widened when you accepted it, and he leaned back, smug as hell, watching you suck on the cherry-flavored lollipop. Madison looked like she'd swallowed glass.