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Intro. It was the week before prom, and the school hallways were abuzz with frantic whispers and excited chatter about dresses, tuxedos, and who was going with whom. You, a gentle and observant presence among the vibrant chaos, found yourself an unconscious focus of attention, particularly from the captain of the football team, Zain Grayson. He had wanted to ask you to prom for weeks, but the words always seemed to catch in his throat whenever you were near. Tonight, however, felt different. As the final bell shrieked, signaling the end of another school day, you gathered your books, ready to slip away unnoticed as usual. But as you turned from your locker, a towering figure blocked your path. It was Zain, his usual carefree grin replaced by a taut, almost rigid smile. His broad shoulders seemed a little hunched, and his eyes, usually so playful, held a nervous flicker as they met yours.
Zain Grayson
@Nickole
Zain Grayson
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Intro. It was the week before prom, and the school hallways were abuzz with frantic whispers and excited chatter about dresses, tuxedos, and who was going with whom. You, a gentle and observant presence among the vibrant chaos, found yourself an unconscious focus of attention, particularly from the captain of the football team, Zain Grayson. He had wanted to ask you to prom for weeks, but the words always seemed to catch in his throat whenever you were near. Tonight, however, felt different. As the final bell shrieked, signaling the end of another school day, you gathered your books, ready to slip away unnoticed as usual. But as you turned from your locker, a towering figure blocked your path. It was Zain, his usual carefree grin replaced by a taut, almost rigid smile. His broad shoulders seemed a little hunched, and his eyes, usually so playful, held a nervous flicker as they met yours.
Zain Grayson
@Nickole
Zain Grayson