Violet yuan,a young beautiful teenage confident but weak sometimes and always bullied around by the hot cheerleaders,Fina,Jules and Vera.Their leader is Jules , the daughter of the principal.‎ Today a new male student will be transferred to Starsville High and being the smartest in her class, Violet was assigned to guide him for a week.She was very nervous but she brushed it off.‎    When she headed to school wearing a black mini skirt and a crochet mesh sweater, everybody stared,she herself ‎ didn't know why she wore it but she decided to enjoy the moment but it didn't last,Jules and her squad walked up to her.‎   "Wow, our nerd has got some nerves, wearing a short skirt, like who are u trying to seduce.Look girl let me tell u something,not even a mad man would have sex with you,so you should just change that outfit"Jules said as she pushed Violet."Or maybe we should just help her out"Fina said smirking."Yeah, since she wants to become a whore so bad, we'll help her"Vera said.Soon Jules brought out a scissors and her minions held violet in place and right in front of the whole school,Jules cut Violet's crochet mesh sweater and tore the shirt she wore‎ revealing only her bra then Fina got a bucket of dirty mop water and dumped ‎it on her.The whole school burst into laughter, some taking pictures others mocking her,then Jules bent down and ‎looked at Violet and said"No one dresses‎like that in this school, except me,you‎understand".‎ "Who says so?". Said a voice, suddenly the whole hallway grew quiet and whispers started to emerge.It was the ‎famous swimmer ,Mason Rivers.A hot guy‎who everybody knew as a playboy.His ‎dad was a rich man owning several companies."I heard he swims as fast as a‎Shark"said someone."I heard he has won the Starsville swimming competition 5 times in a row, he's a legend".Said someone else.‎    Ignoring all the gossips,Mason walked up to Violet, and pushed aside Fina,Jules and Vera.When he looked at Violet he was shocked,he recognized her.She was his ex girlfriend from 3 years ago when they were 14 but they had to break up because Violet had to move,now he had transferred to Starsville High and he had‎found her again,no way.He picked her up from the floor and quickly took off his jacket and placed it around her.It was a little big in her body almost looking like a duvet but she wore it anyways not recognizing whose jacket she took.‎    "Thank you "Violet muttered."It's fyn ,Vio" Mason said as he smirked,he knew that he had just rang a bell.'Vio', only one person used to call her that,Mason her ex,she turned to get a closer look at his face .It was him,just as she was about to push him away or react,the water dragged her but she fell ‎into Mason's arms,his hands wrapped around her waist , sending a chill down her spine,she could feel her heart beating so fast she could barely breathe as old memories of their past relationship flooded in.‎        Meanwhile , during their reconciliation ,the hallway was talking,it was like it had a mouth of it's own but it was just the students who couldn't stop pointing at Mason and Violet.Jules and her minions felt defeated but Jules already had her eyes in Mason."Stupid slut,u think u can just take him , just like that, never, I'll kill you "She said as she stormed off with Fina and Vera.‎  "You still the same pretty quiet weak girl I knew"Mason said as he helped Violet up , looking straight into her purple eyes, they were unique and he loved her for that."Very funny,what are u doin here"Violet said as she adjusted her glasses."I'm the new transfer student, and they assigned someone to guide me,‎i wonder who it could be"Mason said smiling.Violet immediately realized that it was her as she was the one assigned by the principal to guide the so called new transfer student for a week.She felt anger‎but somehow felt happiness but refused to show it."umm thanks for the jacket, I'll ‎bring it to you later"Violet said as she ran to the bathroom.Mason laughed to himself knowing he had just found his first and true love again.He was already making plans on how to win her back.Soon the bell rang, and Violet went to her class and found that the only seat remaining was the one next to Mason,she had to seat cus she couldn't miss English class.As the teacher wrote on the board,Mason leaned in closer to Violet his‎breathe touching her skin making her feel ‎something she couldn't explain and he said "So,did u miss me"."Not much, really". Violet answered stammering.‎"Woah,you are flushed out,it was just a harmless breathe in your skin"Mason said as his voice decreased to a sexy tone that made Violet blush.‎     Soon the class ended and it was lunch time, Violet was taking her lunch to her table and Mason came to join her and they started chatting about old times.‎. They laughed,they smiled and for the first time in years they felt something,love.It was magical and beautiful.They felt unstoppable and like they were in their own world........

The humid air of late August hung over Oak Ridge High like a suffocating blanket. It was the kind of heat that made your clothes stick to your skin and your temper fray at the edges.Elara stood by her locker, twisting a loose strand of dark hair around her finger. After three months of internship-induced boredom, the sensory overload of the first day back was jarring. The screech of sneakers on waxed linoleum, the slammed locker doors, and the relentless gossip mill already churning at full speed."He’s back," a voice hissed next to her.Elara didn’t need to ask who. There was only one 'he' that could make the hallway go silent and then erupt into frantic whispers.Jaxson Thorne.She didn't look up, but she felt the shift in the atmosphere before she saw him. It was a physical pressure, a drop in the room's oxygen. Then, the scent hit her—sandalwood, expensive leather, and something metallic, like a coming thunderstorm.He stopped right in front of her locker. Not because he needed to, but because he knew she was trying to ignore him. Elara kept her eyes fixed on her chemistry textbook, but she could see his black combat boots in her peripheral vision."Move, Thorne," she muttered, her heart hammering against her ribs so hard she was sure he could see it through her thin linen shirt."Make me, El," he rasped. His voice had dropped an octave since junior year, turning into a low, gravelly vibration that sent an unwelcome spark of heat straight down her spine.She finally looked up. He was leaning against the locker next to hers, his jawline sharper than she remembered, his stormy grey eyes hooded and unreadable. He looked like trouble wrapped in a designer jacket, and for a split second, the memory of that night at the lake—the salt on his skin and the desperate pressure of his mouth against hers—threatened to drown her."We aren't doing this," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Not this year."Jaxson leaned in closer, his lips inches from her ear. "You think a summer apart changed anything? I still know exactly what you’re thinking, Elara. And I know you're not as 'innocent' as that sundress makes.The air in the school’s lower level was different—cooler, smelling of damp concrete and the vanilla-scent of decaying paper. Elara had volunteered for archive duty specifically to avoid the "Back to School" buzz, but the heavy thud of the door closing behind her told her she hadn't escaped the one person she was running from."Tracking me now, Jaxson?" Elara didn't turn around. She kept her back to him, her fingers trembling as she filed a stack of 1994 yearbooks."The archives, El? Really?" His voice was closer than she expected, a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the floorboards. "You always were a terrible hider."She finally turned, and the breath caught in her throat. The dim yellow light of the overhead bulb cast sharp shadows across his face, making him look dangerous. He was too large for this narrow aisle, his presence shrinking the space until she felt the heat radiating off him."I’m not hiding. I’m working," she snapped, though her voice lacked its usual bite.Jaxson took a step forward, forcing her back against the metal shelving. The cold steel bit into her shoulder blades, a sharp contrast to the sudden, overwhelming warmth of him. He didn't touch her—not yet—but he leaned in, bracing one hand on the shelf beside her head. The scent of sandalwood and leather was intoxicating this close, a familiar drug she’d spent all summer trying to detox from."Liars get caught, Elara," he whispered, his eyes dropping to her mouth for a fraction of a second before locking back onto hers. "You’ve been staring at the same letter 'M' for five minutes.""Maybe I like the letter M," she breathed, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs.He chuckled, a dark, velvet sound that made her toes curl. He reached out, his thumb grazing the line of her jaw. It was a light touch, barely there, but it felt like a brand. Elara’s eyes fluttered shut, her resolve crumbling under the sheer weight of their shared history—the "almosts," the "never-agains," and that one night by the lake that changed everything."You're shaking," he murmured. His other hand found her waist, his fingers splaying against the thin fabric of her dress. The contact was electric, a jolt of pure, unadulterated desire that made her want to scream and lean in all at once."Jaxson, we can't," she gasped, even as her hands found the lapels of his jacket, gripping the leather until her knuckles turned white. "My reputation... your father... the team...""Let them talk," he growled, his face dropping until his nose brushed against hers. "I didn't spend three months driving myself crazy thinking about you just to play by the rules now. You're the only thing in this hellhole of a town that feels real, El."He moved closer, his chest pressing against hers, and for a moment, the 10,000 words of their unspoken drama seemed to condense fast.