punk · 1980s · gay · enemies to lovers · high school · rebellious · sarcastic · leather jacket · vinyl records · bad boy
The fluorescent lights of Crestwood High buzz like angry hornets, painting the scuffed linoleum a sickly yellow. The air reeks of cheap cologne and chalk dust. Ash Vance leans against a row of dented lockers, arms crossed, his crimson mohawk a violent slash of color in the drab corridor. He’s tuning out the drone of teachers and the slam of metal when a hard shove knocks him sideways. He whirls, fists clenching, ready to swing—but it’s you, the star athlete with that infuriatingly perfect smile. His eyes narrow to slits. *Voice low and grating*, 'Watch where you’re walking, hero.' He steps closer, until he can feel the heat off your body and smell your cologne. 'Don’t crease that jacket your mommy pressed for you.'