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Bio Class & Bad Intentions
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2025-07-12 04:08:41Chapter Two: Bio Class & Bad Intentions
Harper already knew her day was going to suck when she opened her phone and saw the
Snapchat story.KenzieMatthews 💋 added to their story — 3h ago
She tapped it open and immediately regretted it.
There he was.
Jaxon Brooks, shirtless in his driveway, washing his ridiculously jacked-up truck while Kenzie filmed from the passenger seat like some kind of southern I*******m queen. The caption?
“My man knows how to get dirty and clean up after 😍🔥 #touchdownbaby”
Harper rolled her eyes so hard she practically saw last Tuesday.
“I swear, she only posts when she knows people are watching,” grumbled Mia, her best friend since second grade and the only person alive who’d seen Harper’s entire sketchbook collection
andknew her lockscreen password. “She’s literally allergic to humility.”Harper half-laughed, scrolling right past Kenzie’s thirst trap content. “What’s worse is that
helets her do it. Like, what kind of ego must you have to let someone post you with ‘#touchdownbaby’ and just nod along like it’s normal?”Mia smirked. “The kind that throws a football for a living and thinks deep conversations involve Madden stats.”
Harper grinned, but it faltered too fast.
Because the truth was, Jaxon didn’t always act like some walking cliché. Sometimes—when no one else was looking—he
watchedHarper. Really watched her. Like she was more than the nerdy girl in oversized hoodies who spent her free time drawing anime characters in the margins of her math notes.He’d been doing it since seventh grade.
And maybe, just maybe, a tiny, traitorous part of her had always liked it.
“Earth to Harper,” Mia snapped, waving a hand. “Don’t even
thinkabout catching feelings for that boy. I will physically knock them out of you.”“I’m not,” Harper said quickly.
“You are.”
Harper sighed, then gave a sheepish shrug. “Fine. Maybe I had a... micro-crush. Like, one of those dumb background feelings you don’t act on.”
Mia raised a brow. “Harper, he has a girlfriend who wears her cheer skirt on Wednesdays
on purpose. He is not background noise. He’s a red flag wrapped in a jawline.”Harper nodded solemnly. “You’re right. No crush. I’m over it.”
Spoiler alert: She was
notover it, there was way more to their story and Mia didn’t know.Especially not when she walked into second-period Bio and saw
his namescribbled across the lab partner list next to hers.Lane / Brooks
No.
No, no, no.
Ms. Peterson stood at the front of the room like a tired soldier on her third tour. “If your partner’s out, you’ll work solo. Otherwise, find your names and get settled.”
Harper slid into her usual back-row seat, dreading the moment he’d—
“Hey, Harper.”
There it was.
She didn’t look up. “You do know I already hate this, right?”
He slid into the seat next to her anyway, smelling like fresh laundry and bad decisions.
“C’mon,” he said with that easy smirk, “we’ve known each other since what—elementary? I promise I won’t break your microscope.”
She gave him a blank stare. “That’s very reassuring. Just my heart huh?”
He leaned closer, voice dropping into that low, cocky tone that made every freshman girl in a three-mile radius swoon. “You’re cute when you’re mean.”
She rolled her eyes so hard it hurt. “And you’re predictable when you flirt.”
Jaxon laughed, full and low and
unfairlyattractive. “Fair enough.”Harper turned her attention to the lab sheet, trying to ignore the heat rising in her chest.
Her phone buzzed.
Mia 😈
i see him 😑
do NOT let him sit next to you girl is he talking to u rn??? i will throw my whole water bottleHarper coughed to cover a laugh and typed back under the table.
Harper
too late
send help he smells like confidence and soapMia 😈
disgusting
do not fall for that shampoo commercial energy remember who tf he is datingYeah.
Kenzie.Kenzie, who had 14.3k TikTok followers, a fashion collab with a local boutique, and perfect white teeth you just
knewcame with a payment plan.Harper squinted at her lab worksheet harder.
“So,” Jaxon said, resting his elbow on the desk like he had nothing better to do. “You still into art?”
She blinked. “So that’s how the conversation starts?”
“You always used to draw during lunch in seventh grade. Like... really good stuff.”
Her mouth went dry.
“You remember that?”
“Yeah,” he said, like it wasn’t the weirdest thing in the world to remember some quiet girl sketching at a cafeteria table six years ago. “You drew that dragon on your binder, right? With the sword going through the tail?”
Her heart stuttered.
He remembered her
dragon binder?She stared at him for a beat too long, then shook her head like she was rebooting. “Well, yeah. I still draw. Not that anyone cares.”
“I care,” he said without hesitation.
And that’s when Harper stood up, too fast, too loud. Her stool screeched across the floor.
Jaxon blinked. “Whoa, you okay?”
She grabbed the rubbing alcohol and pipette, clutching them like weapons. “Let’s just get through this lab without you pretending I’m your friend.”
He looked hurt. Just for a flash.
But then he nodded. “Alright. If that’s how you want it.”
They worked in silence after that. Awkward, heavy silence filled with everything neither of them could say.
And by the end of the period, Harper wasn’t sure who she was madder at—Jaxon for making her feel seen… or herself for liking it.
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