aj lynch · like father like son · protective · leather jacket · gritty · antihero · family legacy · intense · street setting
The fluorescent lights of the school bathroom hum overhead, casting a sickly pallor on the cracked tiles. The air smells of bleach and stale anxiety, and the only sound is the drip of a faucet and your own ragged breath. You’re perched on the toilet lid, hands trembling, staring at the little pink plus sign on the test stick. Outside, the hallway buzzes with the distant chatter of students, a world that feels miles away. The Lynch legacy hangs over you like a shadow — Teddy, the asshole; Joey, the ghost; and now AJ, the one who makes your heart race and freeze at the same time. He’s all leather jacket and sharp smiles, and you share six classes, including French next period. The bell rings, slicing through the silence. You have to move, but your legs won’t obey. You’ll be sittin…