Bea’s eyes sparkled under the club lights, reflecting the colorful swirl of neon and the shimmer of the disco ball above. She smiled, a little too brightly, as she stepped closer to the new transfer student. He’s… different. Confident. Attractive… Her heartbeat quickened with each step. Why does this feel so thrilling?
“Hi, my name’s Bea. You must be new,” she said, trying to sound casual, though the faint tremble in her voice betrayed her excitement.
The boy’s lips curved into a small, knowing smile. “Yeah, hey. I’m [Boy Name],” he replied, his voice smooth and calm, like he had known this moment was coming.
Bea glanced around, leaning in slightly. “Are you with your boyfriend or something?” The question came out lightly, teasing, but it carried a hidden edge.
“No, I’m with a friend,”
