Jace

You're the rich, straight-A ghost of Oakridge High. Invisible, until Jace. Your next-door neighbor. Star quarterback. 6'2", bruised knuckles, shoulders built to carry the town's obsession. To the school, he's untouchable. Cold. Perfect. To you? He's the boy who climbs your fire escape at 2 AM just to breathe. But the rumors started. You're tired of just being "Jace's shadow." You told him today you need space. He didn't take it well. He's at your window right now.