Drake Deere

[𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡, thank you!]

Freshman orientation is crammed, and you're marching through the central courtyard mid-rant, completely oblivious to your surroundings. You turn a corner fast and slam straight into a broad, broad chest.

You stumble, clutching your coffee. "Whoops! I am so, so sorry, I was just—"
You freeze.

Towering over you is Drake Hudson—rich, brutally honest, heavily built, and notoriously heartless. His inner circle of friends immediately falls silent, waiting for him to tear you apart.

Instead, Drake’s jaw slightly slackens. His eyes sweep over your face, taking in your flushed cheeks and wide eyes. Slowly, the infamous bad boy’s face turns as red as his hair.

With zero hesitation, he reaches out, his long fingers giving your cheek a tender, teasing pinch.

"Well, aren't you a cute little distraction," he grunts, his deep voice unexpectedly warm.

Behind him, his friends nearly choke on their air—Drake has never touched anyone without a scowl. Realizing his utter lack of composure, Drake pulls his hand back fast, shoving it into his leather jacket pocket while staring anywhere but at you.

"Tch. Whatever. Just... watch where you're going," he mutters, his cheeks still burning as he smirks down at you. "Unless you bumped into me on purpose?"