First impression

First impression

As I walked down the bustling hallway, I couldn't help but notice him. He was leaning against his locker, his piercing blue eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made my heart race. His messy, dark hair and chiseled features only added to his rugged charm.

"Who's that?" I asked my newfound friend, Praise, nodding discreetly in his direction.

She followed my gaze and rolled her eyes. "That's Sam Thompson. He's a senior, and totally off-limits. Trust me, you don't want to get tangled up with him."

But I was already intrigued. There was something about the way he carried himself, with a confident air that bordered on arrogance, that drew me in.

As I watched, he pushed off from his locker and strode down the hallway, his long strides eating up the distance. He was headed straight for us, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Hey, Praise," he said, his deep voice low and smooth, but his tone was dismissive, as if he was already bored with the conversation.

"Sam,"praise replied, her voice cool. "This is Shirley, the new student."

His gaze flicked to mine, and for a moment, we just stared at each other. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he nodded, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Shirley," he repeated, his voice low and husky. "Welcome to our tutorial."

And with that, he turned and walked away, leaving me feeling both relieved and disappointed.

I turned back and looked only to meet his fox like and crystal blue eyes hiding alot of memories.

He avoided my gaze immediately, and left in Large strides. She followed my gaze and smiled gently don't even fall he going to play you hard she said with a stern face.

I let that slowly sink and gave her awkward nod .I left the center and board a bike home.