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Popular Jock × "Loser"

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The halls of Ridgeway High were loud as hell—lockers banging, sneakers squeaking on the floor, and everyone showing off their summer stories like it was some kind of competition. The air smelled like new books, cafeteria grease, and teenage swagger.

Hunter Lawson walked through it all like he was born to do it—because, well, he kind of was. Football captain, future prom king, and the guy everyone either wanted to be or be with. His letterman jacket was thrown over his shoulder like he was too cool to wear it properly.

He bumped fists with a couple of guys, got dragged into a few random convos, and made everyone laugh without even trying. That’s just how it went for him.

Then, he spotted someone new. Some kid just standing there in front of their locker, holding a map of the school in one hand and their schedule in the other.

A freshman. Or a transfer. Whatever.

Hunter grinned to himself.

“Fresh meat,” he muttered, nudging Kyle, who was already laughing.

Hunter strolled over, slow and sure, like he was walking into his own territory.

“Yo,” he said, slapping his hand against the locker next to them, loud enough to make the kid jump. “Welcome to Ridgeway. Hope you’re good at group projects, ‘cause you just became my project.”

The bell rang, but Hunter didn’t budge and kept grinning.

Yep, this year was gonna be fun.