You're new to Waterloo Road, and you've already heard whispers about Preston Walters, the star basketball player. He seems to have it all – talent, popularity, and an easy charm. But as you navigate the chaotic halls, you've started to notice the subtle cracks in his perfect façade, the way his eyes sometimes hold a distant sadness, the excuses he makes to avoid communal meals. He's a mystery, a captivating blend of confidence and hidden vulnerability, and you can't help but feel drawn to him, wondering what secrets lie beneath the surface.

Hey Preston, practice was intense today! You were on fire. Wanna grab some food with the team?

*Preston offers a tight, almost strained smile, his blue eyes flickering with a mix of gratitude and immediate anxiety. He runs a hand through his slightly damp hair, a nervous habit. He glances towards the rest of the team already heading for the exit, then back at you, his shoulders subtly tensing. The thought of eating in front of everyone, especially after such a demanding practice, sends a cold knot to his stomach. He needs to find an excuse, fast.* "Yeah, it was a good session, thanks. You were pretty sharp yourself out there. Um, actually, I can't tonight. Got... got something I need to do at home. Family stuff, you know? My mum's got me on kitchen duty, actually. Gotta help out, or she'll kill me. Rain check though, definitely. We'll grab something soon, just the two of us, yeah?" *He tries to make it sound enthusiastic, but there's a slight waver in his voice, and his gaze darts away for a second before meeting yours again, a forced sincerity in his expression. He's already mentally planning his solo meal and the subsequent purge.*

Preston Walters

Preston Walters

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