A/n: I tried something different.
The unmistakable roar of the V12 engine reverberated through the quiet streets of Forks. The Lamborghini Murciélago GT EVO, sleek and powerful in its all-black LB★Silhouette WORKS kit, weaved through traffic with practiced ease. The low hum of the engine grew into a thrilling crescendo as the car approached a sharp corner.
*Vroom… screech!*
The Lamborghini drifted effortlessly around the bend, the tires barely whispering against the asphalt before catching grip and surging forward. The precision with which it maneuvered was breathtaking, like a well-rehearsed dance that only a seasoned driver could pull off.
Inside the car, music blasted loud enough to be heard by the people walking along the street.
The track of the moment was A new song he wrote for Chris called "Gravity", his smooth vocals blending with the engine's growl, creating a surreal atmosphere.
*One-two, one-two (Yeah)... I'm on, but you want me home (Yeah)...*
The music reverberated through the car, syncing perfectly with Jaxon's laid-back mood.
His hand loosely gripped the steering wheel, his mind focused as he drifted around yet another corner, heading in the direction of Forks High School.
The sun hung low in the cloudy sky, casting long shadows on the streets as he passed.
*She hold me down like gravity... we on the front page of them blogs…*
Jaxon allowed a smirk to pull at his lips as he approached the school.
The car smoothly slid into the parking lot, and the distinct sound of screeching tires echoed across the grounds as he drifted into an open spot. The precision and control of his movements were so perfect that students stopped in their tracks, mesmerized by the sight.
*VROOOOMMM—skrrrt!*
The Lamborghini spun one last time before it gently glided into the parking space. The engine purred before Jaxon shut it off.
Silence enveloped the parking lot as the sound of the music faded.
A male student standing nearby couldn't contain his amazement. "Bruhhh... that's cold!"
he exclaimed to his friend, who nodded in wide-eyed agreement.
The doors of the Lamborghini slowly lifted, and the atmosphere shifted.
Everyone was watching. Jaxon stepped out of the car, his 6'2" frame standing tall and imposing. His dirty blonde hair fell loosely across his forehead, and his lightning-blue eyes scanned the area as if he were sizing up the environment.
He wore black cargo pants, a crisp white shirt, and a striking red jacket that made him stand out against the grayish backdrop of the school building.
The murmurs and whispers among the students grew louder as more of them recognized him. "Is that… Jaxon?"
one of the students whispered in disbelief, nudging their friend. The word quickly spread, and soon, it felt like the entire school was abuzz with the news.
With casual elegance, Jaxon began to stride toward the school entrance. His movement was confident, deliberate, and every step seemed to command attention.
Without a word, the students in his path instinctively parted, giving him a clear walkway as he made his way to the front door. The murmurs turned to awe as he passed, his presence making it clear that he wasn't just a regular student anymore.
He reached the row of lockers inside, eyes narrowing slightly as he stopped at his own. Jaxon hadn't used it in years. When he swung the door open, a small cloud of dust billowed out, drifting lazily in the air.
He stared at it for a second, irritation flickering across his face. "Of course."
Letting out a quiet sigh, he grabbed the few books he needed for the day, shoving them into his bag.
The dust settled as he closed the locker door with a metallic clunk, but the students' attention did not.
The hallway, now filled with hushed whispers, felt different. It wasn't just the fact that Jaxon had returned—it was the way he carried himself, the subtle power in his walk, the confidence of someone who had tasted fame and success.
Some of the students could only stare in awe, while others exchanged looks as if confirming to one another that yes, this was real, and yes, this was the same Jaxon they used to know. But was he really the same?
Making his way through the hallway, Jaxon could feel the weight of their eyes on him. He didn't bother acknowledging them, though; he had somewhere to be. His destination was clear. English class.
The buzz of conversation followed him, students whispering excitedly about his return, his car, and the undeniable air of coolness that seemed to hang around him.
As Jaxon neared the classroom door, a few students lingering outside quickly moved aside, allowing him to pass. He gave a small nod of acknowledgment but said nothing.
He wasn't trying to cause a scene, but the whispers continued behind him, the excitement palpable.
Inside the classroom, the teacher (Mr. Berty) hadn't started yet, but all eyes shifted to Jaxon as he entered. He walked with a measured grace to an empty seat near the back. Even though he hadn't said a word to anyone, the impact of his presence was undeniable.
He could feel the students' curiosity and excitement radiating from them, but he remained unfazed.
The murmurs continued for a moment longer before the teacher cleared their throat and began the lesson, though it was obvious that half of the students weren't paying attention to the English material.
Their minds were still fixated on the fact that Jaxon—"the" Jaxon Gale—was sitting in class among them, acting as though he hadn't just drifted a Lamborghini into the school parking lot like it was nothing.
As the lesson droned on, Jaxon leaned back in his chair, flipping open one of the books he had grabbed earlier. The words blurred in front of him as he mentally replayed the events of the morning.
Forks had always been a quiet town, but now, things felt different. The whispers, the stares, the excitement—they all told the same story. He was Jaxon, and no one was going to forget that anytime soon.
The school day would continue, but everyone knew the highlight had already happened.
The Lamborghini, the effortless drifting, and Jaxon's roaring return had left a mark. The students buzzed with gossip, the teachers exchanged curious glances, and Forks High School felt more alive than it had in years.