The sound of the door hitting the wall cut through every conversation. The room fell silent. Every single head turned.
Mine included. Knox stood in the doorway. He wasn't wearing his hockey jacket today.
His white shirt was crisp, the top two buttons left undone in a way that somehow never earned him detention. Dark charcoal trousers sat perfectly over broad legs, disappearing into spotless black high-top sneakers that definitely weren't part of the official uniform.
His dark hair was still slightly damp, as if he'd showered not long ago. It had been brushed back with impatient fingers rather than carefully styled, leaving a few strands falling naturally across his forehead.
He looked effortlessly attractive.
Only...
Something was off.
The teasing smirk that almost permanently lived
