Forced to Sit by the Star Quarterback
Language: en
I was born with a naturally sweet scent. But the transfer student—the self-proclaimed queen bee of the campus—claimed it was the smell of cheap perfume. Unpleasant and overpowering. My childhood sweetheart beside me immediately darkened his expression and frowned. "It really is too strong. Zoe, why don't you switch seats?" So I was moved to the back row. Right next to the most feared star quarterback in school. Later, the star quarterback pinned me against the hallway wall, inhaling my scent desperately, and my childhood sweetheart caught us. He crushed the soda can in his hand, eyes…