UTOPIA HIGH

Gorgeous man

Gray strolled down the apartment hallway, a song of Stacy's beauty spilling from his lips. A bouquet of flowers cradled in his arms, he arrived at her door, knocking. No reply. He knocked again, flowers hidden behind his back. The sound of approaching footsteps filled the silence, and as the door swung open, it wasn't Stacy who greeted him, but John Palmer. Gray's eyes widened in disbelief.

John Palmer, a towel wrapped around his waist, looked at Gray, "What are you doing here at this time of day, Gray?" Gray played it cool, "Oh, Stacy and I were supposed to study. Guess I'll come back later, no sweat."

John Palmer's gaze fell on the tip of a flower peeking out from behind Gray. His face hardened, and in a swift move, he pinned Gray against the wall, "Are you trying to seduce her, huh?" Gray struggled for breath, his face turning red. Hearing the commotion, Stacy rushed to the door, only to find Gray pinned to the wall, gasping for breath as John's large hand tightened around his neck.

Stacy darted forward, shoving John aside, "Release him!" With the space created, Gray bolted, leaving the flowers scattered on the floor. John, visibly upset, retreated into the room. Stacy, meanwhile, bent down to pick up the abandoned flowers, inhaling their sweet scent.

Reon ambled along the roadside, marveling at the beauty of Utopia High. He noticed Joseph sitting in his car, a forlorn expression on his face, a straw listlessly twirling in his hand. Without a second thought, Reon simply continued his walk.

Joseph gazed at the red lipstick mark on the straw - unmistakably Morgan's. He muttered to himself, "You drive me crazy, Morgan Tanner. It's just too much to bear."

In a spacious room with a stage, Latti sat with Grover, the sound of rehearsing music students filling the air. She recounted to Grover how Reon had wrapped her in his warm embrace, and how surprisingly nice it felt. "Uh oh, I detect romance," Grover teased. Latti sighed, "That's the point, I don't want to love him, and he certainly doesn't make it easy on me."

Grover glanced towards the entrance, spotting Damon Storm. He turned back to Latti, "Well, the best way to get a man off your mind is to distract yourself with another. And who better than Damon Storm?"

Latti sighed, "Storm? No, I can't. I'm not like that." Grover, persistent, pressed on, "Look, you and Damon, just for one night. No attachments, just...letting go of your emotions. It'll do you good." Latti shifted uncomfortably. Seeing this, Grover rose to approach Damon, despite Latti's protests. In embarrassment, Latti hid her face behind her music book.

Damon Storm made his way over to Latti, taking a seat in front of her. "You can't cover a gorgeous face," he said, gently pulling the book down.

As Latti peered at Damon, she couldn't help but be captivated by his strikingly handsome face up close. His soft voice was like a lullaby, and the tattoo on his palm added a touch of intrigue. Damon, with his undeniable charm, placed a finger under Latti's chin, gently lifting her face to meet his gaze. "You're too pretty to hide those eyes from me," he said, his voice low. "Your friend told me you want to...let loose with me." His words, coupled with his overwhelming handsomeness, left Latti unable to deny him. She nodded shyly, her cheeks flushing.

Pleased with her successful matchmaking, Grover couldn't help but beam. "I'm the best wing girl," she declared, leaving the room to let Latti and Damon get acquainted.

Damon Storm's popularity as a top musician at Utopia High only made it easier for Latti to let go. His rhythmic speech was irresistible to her.

"In your beauty, I've found a song, a melody that's sweet and strong. Your allure, it can't be wrong, in my head, it plays all day long."Damon to Latti

Swept up in the charm of Damon, Latti could hardly resist when he stood and extended his hand. "I have a special song for you," he announced, pulling her towards the stage. As they stepped into the spotlight, the room fell silent. Damon began to sing a soft romantic song, his voice carrying a melody that was undeniably for Latti. The crowd watched, captivated by the intimate moment unfolding on stage.

"Underneath the moon's soft glow, your beauty, it steals the show. Your eyes, they have a special gleam, like a star in my sweet dream. Your smile, it lights up the night, making everything feel so right. This song, it's just for you, a melody for a love that's true."Damon singing calmly looking at Latti

Overwhelmed by his charisma, Latti found herself lost in the moment. Damon moved closer, gently lifting her hand to his lips for a tender kiss. His eyes met hers as he spoke, "I could never sleep only a night with a lady like you. You're too precious. Join me for a grand event at St. Claire's, the Ball of the Talls, a celebration of success." The promise of a magical evening hung in the air, adding another layer of enchantment to their already captivating encounter.

With a radiant smile, Latti looked into Damon's eyes. "My friend made a conclusion for me and I didn't accept a night with you," she confessed. Then, her smile grew wider, "But I wouldn't mind going on a date with you."

Gracefully exiting the stage, Damon switched to French, his words flowing as smoothly as the melody he'd just sung. "Je viendrai te chercher vendredi au coucher du soleil, mademoiselle," he promised. Then, turning back to her, he added, "ohh dress like an angel,my sweets" His words, a mix of charm and honesty, echoed in the room, leaving a trail of anticipation for their upcoming date

Caught in a whirlwind of emotions, Latti could barely catch her breath. "And he speaks French..." she sighed in awe, leaving the stage.

Meanwhile, in a stark contrast, Gray was alone in his room. Sitting on his bed, he was a picture of melancholy. "So this is how Reon felt... I feel him now," he murmured to himself, his voice barely above a whisper. The room echoed with his words, a somber testament to his current state of mind.

Grover was waiting outside, and as soon as she spotted Latti, her face lit up with excitement. She rushed towards her friend, laughter bubbling up from her. "So, how was he?" Grover asked, barely containing her curiosity.

Still basking in the afterglow of her encounter, Latti replied, her voice filled with amazement, "He was very romantic." The words floated in the air, painting a vivid picture of her enchanting experience.