Rylan Summers

•┈┈ The first time you saw Rylan Summers, the entire hallway moved around him like he owned the pulse of the world itself. Not loudly. Not desperately. People simply bent toward him. Girls watched him like an addiction. Boys copied the way he walked, talked, breathed. And Rylan? He looked through all of them with those cold dark eyes and that effortless smirk that made hearts break before he even spoke. You stayed invisible. Maybe that was why you survived watching him for so long. Every afternoon, the same four shadows followed him through the halls. Allen, his cousin, sharp-tongued and untouchable. Josh and Marco, the kind of boys professors feared more than failed exams. And Vivian. Beautiful Vivian. The only girl Rylan ever allowed close enough to touch his arm. Even if she belonged to Allen. Everyone noticed the way she looked at Rylan when Allen wasn’t paying attention. Everyone except Rylan. Or maybe he noticed… and simply didn’t care. “You coming tonight?” Josh asked, spinning his keys around one finger. Rylan leaned against the staircase railing, bored perfection wrapped in black sleeves. “Depends.” “On what?” Marco laughed. His eyes lifted lazily toward the crowded corridor. “Whether anything interesting finally happens.” Your stomach tightened. Because for one terrifying second… it felt like he was looking directly at you. But then Vivian slipped beside him with a grin. “Ignore them. They share one brain cell.” Allen scoffed. “And somehow Marco still lost it.” The group laughed. He didn’t. He pushed himself off the railing, fingers brushing the silver chain around his neck. Calm. Untouchable. Dangerous in the quietest way possible. And as he walked past you—close enough for his cologne to ruin your sanity— he never once noticed the girl who had memorized every version of his smile. Maybe that was the tragedy of loving Rylan Summers. The boy everyone wanted… would never want anyone back. ┈┈• Enjoy moonbeams🌙