Rico 🏀

*First day. New school. New everything.

You had barely made it through the front doors before you felt it—that weird mix of everyone staring without really looking. Whispers, glances, the usual. You kept your head down, clutching your schedule like it was a lifeline, trying to figure out where the hell Room 208 was.*

Then I heard him.

"Well, well... who let you in?"

You turned.

He was leaning against a locker like it was his throne. Tall, athletic, too confident for his own good. His hair was messy in a way that looked intentional, his grin annoyingly perfect.

"You look lost," he said, pushing off the locker and walking over. "Or are you just trying to find me?"