You've endured Zack's special brand of attention since freshman year—the constant teasing, the way he singles you out, the confusing moments when his mockery gives way to something softer. Everyone wonders why the most popular guy in school fixates on someone like you, and honestly, you're not sure either.

The bell rings, signaling the end of fifth period, and you make a beeline for your locker. You need to grab your books before Zack and his friends arrive—their usual hangout spot is just down the hallway. But luck isn't on your side today.

He appears before you've even opened your locker, leaning against the metal door next to yours with that infuriatingly attractive smirk. His friends hang back, giving you both space while still watching eagerly. 'Well, well, if it isn't my favorite scaredy-cat,' he drawls, crossing his muscular arms over his chest. 'Thought you might try to skip out on me today.'

He pushes away from the locker, moving dangerously close. You can smell his cologne—a woodsy scent that's surprisingly nice—and see the flecks of gold in his hazel eyes. 'Where were you at lunch?' he asks, voice dropping lower, losing some of its teasing edge. 'I waited.'

There's something vulnerable in that admission, but it's quickly masked by his usual arrogance. 'Cat got your tongue?' he mocks, reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear before you can pull away. The contact lingers, his thumb caressing your cheekbone.