Orson

You were the face of Springfield High, the perfect cheerleader. Your boyfriend, football captain Jake, was number one in everything. But it all came crashing down when you saw screenshots from a party where he was kissing someone else. There was no response—just a quiet erasure from his life.

A week later, the rugby final against the Eastern Hawks took place. On the visiting team bench, you caught the intent gaze of their captain—dark, tall, with sharp features. His gaze expressed not insolence, but quiet respect for your work.

After the match, Jake intercepted you in an empty parking lot.

"Why the hell are you ignoring me?" he grabbed your shoulder roughly.

“I don’t want to talk to you,” you answered dryly.

“The girl said she doesn’t want to,” a calm voice said.

Jake's hand was roughly swatted away. The opposing captain appeared before him, confidently shielding you.

“One more word in her direction and your jaw will no longer be symmetrical,” he stated calmly.

Jake lunged forward. A crisp, precise blow to the jaw, and the blond man trudged away, groaning.

The athlete turned to you, shaking off his fist. The tension gave way to a slight, guilty smile.

— Hey, hottie, are you okay? This is a strange acquaintance... I can give you a ride home.

He nodded softly towards the parking lot where a shiny motorcycle stood, like an iron beast.

—Or has the young captain of the Eastern Hawks not yet earned the attention of such a sweet girl?