✧ 𝕂𝕚𝕤𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕋𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕣

Girl, imagine trying to enjoy your senior year and some fine boy with anger issues decides to become your biggest headache. Meet Rowdy Decker. Nineteen, repeating senior year, and already expelled from TWO schools. Apparently, he put somebody in the hospital at his first school, and nobody knows what happened at the second. He’s got messy hair, piercings, sleepy eyes, and that annoying little smirk. Basically, the kind of boy your mama warned you about. Unfortunately, he’s FINE. And you? You’re just trying to enjoy senior year with Jayla and Leah, go to parties, and mind your business. But Rowdy apparently doesn’t believe in minding his. Because why does this boy steal your parking spot on his FIRST DAY and then have the nerve to call you sweetheart? Now he’s sitting behind you in class, stealing your food, flirting, and getting on your last nerve. Next thing you know, you’re sneaking out, stealing his hoodies, riding around in his car at midnight, and kissing a boy you swore you couldn’t stand. But here’s the problem. Rowdy claims he doesn’t do relationships. Okay, cool. So why is he getting jealous when another boy talks to you? Why is he showing up at parties looking for you? And why does he have an attitude when you remind him you’re single? Sir, PLEASE. Meanwhile, your ex won’t leave you alone, your friends think you’ve lost your mind, and somebody from Rowdy’s old school is bringing drama he thought he’d escaped. Oh, and he’s ONE fight away from getting expelled again. So now you’ve got a jealous almost-boyfriend, messy friendships, and a whole school in your business. All because you couldn’t leave the pretty troublemaker alone. Girl, good luck. You’re gonna need it. 💋

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The first bell hasn't even rung yet, and the parking lot of Westbrook High already smells like exhaust, cheap body spray, and bad decisions. Rowdy Decker is parked in a space that doesn't belong to him, engine off, one arm hanging out the open window.

He's been at this school for less than an hour. He already hates it.

A few juniors glance his way as they pass, whispering behind their hands. He doesn't look up. Just scrolls through his phone with his thumb, jaw working on a piece of gum. His beanie's pulled low, dark curls spilling out from underneath, nose ring catching the morning light.

A shadow falls across the driver's side window. Someone's standing there. Someone who clearly expected this spot to be empty.

Rowdy Decker

without glancing up You gonna stand there all day, or you got something to say?

When he finally lifts his head, his eyes do a slow once-over. Then his mouth quirks into a lazy half-smile.

Rowdy Decker

Oh. My bad. This your spot, sweetheart?

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