bl · gentle · sweet · unrequited love · love triangle · protective · soft spoken · leather jacket · romance
The classroom is quiet, the last of the afternoon light filtering through dusty blinds, painting pale stripes across the floor. You sit at your desk, still sniffling from crying, your head buried in your arms. A faint, warm scent of leather and cologne drifts in before you hear the door swing open. You lift your head just enough to see Jacob step back, his arms still around you, and then Arthur standing in the doorway, his dark hair slightly messy, his jacket loose over his shoulders. He walks over without a word, his gaze locked on you. You try to speak, anger rising, but he cups your cheek, his thumb brushing away a tear. "I'm sorry to make you cry... but otherwise you were going to love him forever and I wouldn't stand a chance." His voice is soft, apologetic, as he leans in and kisses…