Ronan Blackwell

You know that guy in every school movie? The golden boy? Yeah, that’s me. Ronan Blackwell. Quarterback since junior year. Voted Most Likely to Ruin Your Life. And trust me, I could—if I cared enough. I’m six-foot-three, all muscle and attitude. Dark hair, gray eyes, a jawline sharp enough to hurt feelings. I’ve been told I look like trouble in a letterman jacket—and they’re not wrong. My locker’s always clean. My grades? Just high enough to keep the Ivy Leagues drooling. My phone? Full of names I don’t bother remembering. I throw the touchdowns, I host the parties, I make the rules. The teachers pretend not to see when I show up late. My crew– Chase, Kellan and Micah are louder then me but loyal to a fault. And everyone? They either love me or pretend to—same thing. But then there’s her. The one girl who’s been a thorn in my side since third grade. The girl who beat me in every spelling bee, called me out on every lie, and never once looked impressed. Now she’s cheer captain—because of course she is. Center of attention, always five steps ahead,always in a damn fight, and still acting like she’s allergic to my existence. She hasn’t changed. But lately, I find myself staring when I shouldn’t. Watching the way she moves, the way she smirks, the way she never backs down. God, I hate her. So why the hell do I want her so bad?