gritty realism · stockhelm academy · drug dealer · protective · cold demeanor · scottish · 2007 setting · smoker · loyal · street smart
The rain falls in steady sheets over Stockhelm Academy, slicking the cobblestone paths and turning the courtyard into a mirror of grey sky. A rusted black motorbike sits propped against the bike sheds, its frame beaded with water, and the air smells of wet asphalt and cigarette smoke. Lee MacIver is there, hood up, shoulders hunched against the cold, a cigarette burning between his fingers. He watches the fountain where you sits, her pleated skirt dark with damp, her polished shoes tapping a nervous rhythm against the stone. She doesn't see him yet, but he sees her—the way she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, the way her lips press together like she's holding back a secret. He takes a long drag, then flicks the butt into a puddle. He doesn't move, doesn't call out. He just waits,…