So I'm John Lawrence's son

Jack woke up early, but not by choice. The sun streamed through the apartment window, illuminating the worn hardwood floors. He stood up, stretched his arms, and looked at the mirror on the wall. The face staring back at him was the same as always—green eyes, messy brown hair, and an expression that seemed to say, "Don't bother me." He was dressed simply: a black T-shirt, a denim jacket, and a pair of worn-out sneakers. He wasn't the kind of kid who cared about fashion, but something about this morning made him quickly brush his hair before he left.

When he opened the apartment door, he saw something that made him stop for a moment. A girl was leaving the building at the same time as him. She was... striking. Blonde hair, light eyes, and a posture that exuded confidence. Jack wasn't the type to be easily impressed, but this girl was different. He watched her for a few seconds, without approaching. She didn't even look back—she just kept walking, as if the world around her didn't exist.

"Who could she be?" Jack thought as he started walking towards the school. He didn't know her name, but something about the girl intrigued him. Maybe it was the way she carried herself, as if nothing could get her down. He didn't try to talk to her—it wasn't his style. But deep down, he knew this girl wouldn't go unnoticed for long.

West Valley High School was packed with students when Jack arrived. He walked through the halls, trying to ignore the stares he received. His appearance was striking—his green eyes, brown hair, and serious demeanor made many girls turn their heads to look at him. He didn't mind. In fact, he didn't even notice. Jack was used to being invisible, and now that he wasn't anymore, he didn't know how to deal with it.

He found his classroom and sat in a chair in the back, away from the other students. The teacher, a middle-aged woman with glasses and a kind smile, introduced him to the class.

— Class, this is Jack Sullivan. He's new here, so make him feel welcome. — She said, her tone cheerful.

A few students murmured among themselves, but Jack ignored them. He looked around the room and saw two boys sitting near him—a skinny one with glasses and a slovenly-looking one. They seemed to be talking about something, but Jack wasn't interested enough to pay attention.

During the break, Jack stayed in the room, taking advantage of the silence to organize his thoughts. That's when the two boys from the room — Eli and Demetri — came in, still talking.

"Dude, have you seen that girl? The blonde one?" Eli asked, his tone excited.

"Of course I have. Dude, I don't know who she is, but she's definitely one of the hottest girls in school." Demetri replied, adjusting his glasses.

"I heard she's kind of hard to get along with. Like, she doesn't talk to anyone and she's also a fighter."

"That's because she's mysterious. Mysterious girls are the best."

Jack listened to the conversation without interfering. Who was this girl these guys were talking about? He didn't know why, but this information stuck in his mind.

Some time later, he went to the cafeteria.

Jack sat alone at a table in the corner of the cafeteria, watching the movement around him. His green eyes scanned the room until they landed on a group of girls who seemed to be the center of attention. Among them was one girl who caught his attention not only for her beauty, but for the way she seemed naturally at ease.

She had long, straight brown hair that shone in the cafeteria light. Her eyes were wide and expressive, and she smiled easily, as if she were always in control. She wore a fitted blouse and pleated skirt, styled in a way that looked casual but also carefully planned. She was the kind of girl you could tell was popular just by looking at her.

Next to her was a shorter girl with curly hair and a shy smile. She seemed to be the "best friend"—the one who laughed at every joke and always supported the leader of the group. Another girl, taller and with a modern haircut, was talking animatedly, gesturing with her hands as she told a story. There was also a third girl, quieter, who seemed more interested in playing with her phone than in the conversation.

Jack didn't know their names, but it was obvious that they were the core of the popular group at school. The girl in the center—the one with brown hair—seemed to be the leader. She had an aura of confidence that made everyone around her seem smaller, as if they were there just to reinforce her presence.

He watched as the other students looked at them, some in admiration, others in envy. A boy walked by and greeted the group leader with a "Hi, Sam!", and she responded with a quick smile before going back to talking to her friends.

"Sam," Jack thought, memorizing the name. He didn't know who she was, but it was clear that she was someone important in this place.

As Jack watched Sam's group, he noticed two boys sitting at a nearby table. One of them was thin, with large glasses and a lanky demeanor. He seemed to be trying to impress his friend next to him, who was taller and had a relaxed posture, as if he didn't care what other people thought.

The boy with the glasses—Eli—gestured as he spoke, as if he were explaining something complicated. His hair was brown and a little disheveled, and he wore a band t-shirt that Jack didn't recognize. The other boy—Demetri—seemed more skeptical, a wry smile on his face as he listened to his friend. He had dark hair and a laid-back manner, as if he was always about to make a joke.

Jack knew who they were—the two idiots in his class. They laughed together, as if sharing an inside joke that no one else understood. Every now and then, Eli would glance at Sam's group with an expression of admiration, but quickly look away, as if he was afraid of being noticed.

As Jack scanned the cafeteria, his eyes fell on the girl sitting alone at a nearby table again. She had blonde hair that fell in soft waves over her shoulders, and her clear eyes seemed fixed on something far away, as if she were in her own world. She wore a black leather jacket and a tight T-shirt, styled in a way that conveyed a "don't bother me" attitude.

Unlike Sam and his group, this girl didn't seem to care what others thought. She ate in silence, occasionally glancing around with a defiant look, as if she was ready to take on anyone who tried to intrude. There was something about her that caught Jack's attention—maybe it was the way she seemed so confident, even when she was alone.

He didn't know her name, but something about this girl intrigued him. She was different from any other girl he had seen so far. Where Sam looked like the prom queen, this girl looked like the antihero—someone who didn't need anyone's validation. That caught his attention from the moment he saw her leaving the apartment before heading to school.