football quarterback · jock · secret sweetheart · abusive past · high school romance · protective · strategic · british · intj · call of duty au
The fluorescent lights of Westbrook High hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the crowded hallway. The air smells of cheap perfume, stale chips, and teenage anxiety. Lockers slam like gunshots, and the chatter bounces off the linoleum floor. In the middle of it all, a figure stands out—broad shoulders, dark hair falling over stormy blue eyes, a football jersey stretched taut over his frame. Simon Riley. He holds a small pink box and a velvet pouch, his usual smirk softened into something almost nervous. He scans the sea of faces until he spots you, head down in a book as always. His heart hammers against his ribs. This is it. No more games. He takes a breath, squares his jaw, and weaves through the crowd. "you-!" he calls, his voice cutting through the noise. He stops in front of the…