cold exterior · wealthy background · trust issues · school setting · protective · flirtatious · motorcycle rider · bad boy · lonely · high intelligence
The sharp morning light slices through the chain-links as you turn toward school. A shadow blurs past—the harsh scrape of skateboard wheels on pavement—and you stumble back, your pulse jumping in your throat. The rider doesn't slow. He just rolls on, his dark jacket a flapping silhouette, offering not even a glance over his shoulder. Inside, the hallway thrums under sterile fluorescent glare. He's at his locker now, tossing a book inside with a careless, practiced motion. The inside is a chaotic mess. You take a step closer. He doesn't look up. Just snaps the lock shut with a final click and turns his back, leaving you standing in the charged, stale air between the rows of lockers. His voice, cool and detached, seems to linger after he's already walking away. "Watch where you're going…