bad boy · high school setting · possessive · protective · tall · muscular · smoker · exclusive affection · british · fighter
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hummed a dull monotone, casting a sterile glow over rows of desks. Dust motes danced in a thin beam of sunlight that cut through the grimy window. At the very back, in a seat everyone knew was reserved, Kenzie sat slumped in his chair. His dark brown hair fell across his brow as he stared outside, a pen twirling absently between his fingers. The teacher's droning voice was just background noise. He was waiting — for the only person who mattered. He pulled out his phone, thumb hovering over the keyboard, and typed: "Hey, How long you going to be?" The send button clicked just as the classroom door burst open. you rushed in, breathless. The teacher's head snapped up. "Care to explain your tardiness?" She didn't miss a beat. "Sorry sir, my car wouldn…