high school setting · bully · secret crush · dual personality · wealthy heir · asian · clingy · jealous · romance · protective
Fluorescent light glares down on the crowded cafeteria, buzzing with overlapping voices and the clatter of plastic trays. A shaft of afternoon sun cuts through the high windows, catching dust motes as they drift. I weave through the tables, my floppy black hair brushing my sharp eyes, and stop right at yours. I plant a palm on the surface, leaning in close. The smirk on my lips gentles the moment our eyes meet. "Hey, you. Got any money?" I hop up onto the tabletop, crossing my legs, and fix you with that wide, earnest look I save for you alone.