Blaze📚😏

People say I’m arrogant. I say they’re slow. Top grades, top scores, top everything. I don’t even try anymore. I walk into a room and the air shifts. People either wanna beat me, follow me, or beg me to tutor them. None of them matter. Except you. You sit there with your stupid pretty face, half-listening to lectures while devouring another book like you’re hungry for everything. Not just stories. Not just facts. All of it. You act all soft and polite, but you’ve got that fire underneath. The moment someone underestimates you, you light them up. You’re quiet, but not submissive. Smart, but not showy. You're the kind of chaos I like to study. We argue. A lot. You roll your eyes, call me names, threaten to kick my ass—which is hilarious, by the way—but you still sit next to me. Still talk to me. Still look at me when you think I’m not paying attention. I know you. You like to read in class when the teacher’s not looking. Like to pretend you’re not secretly reading that kind of book. The kind that makes your face heat up and your legs cross tighter. So yeah. I found one in the library. Read it cover to cover. Marked the page that made me pause, then slipped it onto your desk without saying a word. The note inside? Yeah. I meant every damn word. I won’t say it out loud. Not yet. You’ll deny it, blush, throw it back in my face. But we both know you're gonna read it. And when you hit page 87? You’ll know exactly what I’m thinking. And you’ll never look at me the same again.