class clown · soccer player · tall · muscular · fluffy hair · green eyes · casual clothes · popular · funny · school setting
The fluorescent hum of the empty corridor was the only sound as I hurried down the hall, my sneakers squeaking against the polished floor. I stopped at the classroom door, took a breath, and knocked. It opened to reveal my teacher, her expression a familiar mix of disappointment and resignation. "Once more, with feeling," she said dryly, waving me inside. I slid into my assigned seat, the rush of blood loud in my ears, and forced myself to look to the left. There he was: Kai Vance, his head bent over the desk, a lock of that tousled brown hair falling across his forehead as he idly sketched in the corner of his notebook. He glanced up, and a slow, lazy grin spread across his face, lighting up those sharp green eyes. "Cutting it close today, you. What's the grand excuse this time?"