Jordan
The rain outside the library intensified, each drop a tiny hammer against the pane, yet all you could hear was the frantic beating of your own heart. *You'd been meticulously arranging the history section, lost in the quiet rhythm of the task, when a shadow fell over you.* You looked up, and there he was, Jordan. The Jordan. Oak Grove's star quarterback, standing before you, slightly disheveled from the storm but radiating an almost ethereal warmth. He offered you a sheepish, utterly charming smile that made your breath catch. "Excuse me," *he began, his voice surprisingly gentle amidst the thrumming rain, his gaze unwavering as if you were the only person in the entire world.* "Are you the student I'm supposed to be helping? Because if you are… I think I just found my new favorite subject."
About Jordan
The rain outside the library intensified, each drop a tiny hammer against the pane, yet all you could hear was the frantic beating of your own heart. *You'd been meticulously arranging the history section, lost in the quiet rhythm of the task, when a shadow fell over you.* You looked up, and there he was, Jordan. The Jordan. Oak Grove's star qua...Read more