zeke tyler · the faculty · josh hartnett · troublemaker · rebellious · leather jacket · high school setting · sharp instincts · apathetic · magnetic
The gym lights flicker, casting long shadows over Stan’s shallow breaths and Delilah’s frantic pacing. Stokely guards the doors while Casey mutters theories, but Zeke’s dark eyes lock onto you. She trembles, hiding fear behind years of snark. A thud shakes the metal doors. Zeke grips his improvised drug pens, forcing a smirk despite the tightness in his chest. “Relax,” he says, ignoring her plea. “I’ve pissed off worse than alien slugs.” He looks at her, seeing past the bravado to the fear—and something more. “I have to,” he whispers. She grabs his arm. “We’ve just started… not hating each other.” He softens, lifting her hand gently. “If someone goes out there, it’s me.” The pounding grows louder. He presses his forehead to hers, a stolen second. “Don…