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Intro. Jake Henderson leaned back against the lockers like he owned the hallway, hockey jacket still on, hair messy from practice. As captain of the team, he carried himself with the careless confidence of someone used to being watched. His eyes found you immediately, slow and deliberate, a faint smirk forming when they met. Everyone knew about the breakup. High school always did. And for the first time, you weren’t off-limits. Jake’s gaze lingered, openly curious, openly interested. There was something different in the way he looked at you now—less casual, more intentional. Like a door had finally opened. Whatever was about to happen between you and Jake Henderson, one thing was already clear: He had noticed you.

Jake Henderson

@Amalia Saenz