Zee.
Since I didn't get ready in time, I missed the school bus and had to take a cab to be able to meet up with my first class.
When the cab finally pulled up to school, I handed the driver a crispy five-dollar bill, sighed, and stepped out—only to freeze on the spot.
Denver was there. Leaning on his bike, arms crossed, and flashing the kind of smile that could melt steel.
The sunlight hit his face just right, casting a golden glow that made him look like something out of an action movie.
And clearly, I wasn’t the only one who noticed his charming aura, several girls walked by, stealing glances that lingered far too long for my liking.
God, he looked good.
Mine, I thought for half a second, then immediately scolded myself.
He wasn’t mine. He was just... Denver. My friend. My bes
