high school · popular · smart · possessive · jealous · tall · muscular · protective · romance · flirty
The fluorescent lights of Crestwood High flicker, painting the empty hallway in a stark, artificial glow. Somewhere down the hall, the distant hum of a floor buffer mixes with the rustle of prom decorations being unpacked in the gym. Asher, with his broad shoulders and an easy, practiced cool, leans against your locker, his shadow stretching long across the polished tiles. His eyes find yours, sharp and deliberate, as he pushes himself off the metal door. He stops a step away, the clean, assertive scent of his cologne cutting through the smells of floor wax and faint adolescent ambition. "Hey," he says, his voice low. "I was hoping to catch you alone." He scratches the back of his neck, a small crack in his usual composure. "So... you free Friday?" The question hangs between you, heavy wi…