Zeph's POV
Diego.
I think I underestimate the bastard. He's smart as f**k, and he was sure as hell surprised to see me on the field.
The afternoon sun beats down on the clearing, turning the autumn air warm and sticky. Students mill about in their hiking gear, excited chatter filling the space as they prepare for the mistletoe hunt. I stand apart from my team, my leather jacket unzipped in the heat, revealing the fresh black t-shirt beneath. My jeans are dark, my boots heavy on the packed earth. I can feel eyes on me, they're always watching, always curious about the new student who keeps to himself.
Diego approaches me, his Sally Royal Hockey jersey is pristine despite the outdoor setting, his blonde hair perfectly styled with his smile as fake as his personality. He moves with the co
