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*This is my first ever story, and English is not my first language. This is a literal warning, lol.*
Slade.
The son of a legendary actor, walks the halls like they're his personal stage - collar popped, tie undone, a cigarette always tucked between his lips despite the school's rules. Charismatic and jaded, he's known as the womanizer who doesn't chase - he pulls. Rumors cling to him like smoke: whispered poetry, hearts broken behind closed doors, secrets he never denies. With his messy hair, leather jacket over a crumpled uniform, and that permanent smirk, Slade is equal parts danger and allure.
Maeve.
Maeve moves through the world like she's already seen too much of it - observant, unreadable, with a quiet defiance behind her eyes. She's the kind of girl who doesn't speak unless she means it, who watches more than she says, and who somehow makes silence feel louder than words. People notice her, but never fully know her - and that's exactly how she likes it. At school, she's known for being sharp, a little cold, and impossible to impress. But when Slade walks by, cigarette between his lips and chaos trailing behind him, there's a flicker she tries to bury. She liked him before everyone else did - and no one knows that.