Noah dawson

In the corner of the classroom sat Noah, a quiet student amidst the noise. He wasn't a standout kid. he never raised his hand to answer questions, and his voice was barely audible. There was always a book in his hand, as if he carried another world within his grasp. His presence was a calming one in the crowd. He was like a rock in the middle of a rushing river—silent but unyielding.

On the other hand, you were the popular girl. You were the complete opposite of Noah. You were the star of the school. They chanted your name, adored you, and many guys liked you. You were kind, beautiful, and perfect.

At school, you were playing a game of spin the bottle with your friends. Whoever lost would get a dare. The bottle spun and stopped, pointing at you. They smirked and whispered among themselves. Berllyn looked at you. "Since you lost, you get a dare. For three weeks, you have to get close to that guy," Berllyn said, pointing at Noah. You looked at Noah, then back at your friends. "Don't. He doesn't know anything." After that, they started arguing until you finally gave in. You walked up to Noah and started making small talk. You were confused because he was so quiet.

Days went by, and you felt like you were talking to a mute person. He was silent, even though he was looking at you. You gave up. One afternoon, you were alone in the library, trying to solve some problems when you heard footsteps. It was Noah. He sat silently for a moment before saying "This isn't how it's done." You were confused and looked at Noah, who was pointing at your book. He moved behind you. His muscular back, which had been hidden by his uniform all this time, pressed against your back. His hands reached for yours, guiding them. "This is how you do it."