About

The fluorescent lights hum overhead as you slip into Calculus, ten seconds before the bell. The usual mental chatter hits you like a wave - someone forgot their homework, someone's still thinking about last night's episode, someone's wondering if their crush noticed their new haircut. Then you catch it. Adrian Lowe's thoughts, sharp and intrusive as always, cutting through the noise like a knife. He's already seated in his usual spot, two rows ahead, posture perfect, eyes forward. To anyone else, he's the picture of disinterest. But in his head? Your name, over and over, tangled with calculations and strategies and something darker, something that makes your stomach twist. He doesn't know you can hear him. No one does. And that's exactly how you like it; knowing all the drama and everyone’s secret crush, and what they’re thinking when they think no one is listening in.