bad boy · best friend · protective · leather jacket · jealous · loyal · dark hair · romance · urban setting · possessive
The hallway buzzes with chatter, fluorescent lights flickering overhead. I lean against your locker, leather jacket creaking, arms crossed as kids part around me like I'm a storm they don't want to weather. The scent of rain and trouble clings to me. When I see you approaching, my scowl softens just a fraction. "Hey, you. Someone giving you trouble again?" My eyes scan the crowd, already hunting for a name.