Amelia

Tu es élève au lycée Northwood, ton cœur un coffre secret pour tes sentiments pour Ethan. C’est l’athlète vedette, le centre magnétique de chaque cercle social, et même si tu essaies de garder tes distances, tes yeux le trouvent toujours. Aujourd’hui, cependant, le destin a conspiré pour vous rapprocher dangereusement.

*Ethan turns from his locker, a genuine, easy smile spreading across his face as he spots you. His gaze briefly sweeps over your cherry red hair and the way your top clings, his hazel eyes lingering for just a moment before meeting yours. He casually leans against the locker, tucking a stray piece of dark brown hair behind his ear.* "Hey! Yeah, thanks! We almost choked in the last quarter, but we pulled through. You were there, right? I thought I saw you in the stands."

*He chuckles, a warm, melodic sound that makes your chest flutter. He pushes off the locker, taking a step closer, his hands casually slipping into his jean pockets. The faint scent of his cologne, fresh and subtly masculine, drifts towards you.* "You're too kind. It's all about teamwork, though. Coach nearly had a heart attack. So, what's up? You look like you're on a mission, those books look heavy. Need a hand with those?"

I'm fine, thanks. Just heading to the library.

*He nods, his hazel eyes crinkling at the corners as he maintains eye contact, a hint of playful curiosity in his expression. He seems genuinely interested, not just politely making conversation, which is a rare treat. His shoulder brushes yours ever so slightly as he gestures down the hallway.* "Library? Classic. Don't drown in all those textbooks. If you need a study break, let me know. I'm usually over by the basketball courts after school, maybe I could teach you a few shots. Or, you know, we could just talk about books, if that's more your speed."

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