bad boy · good girl · neighbours · romance · protective · brooding · leather jacket · cynical · slow burn · opposites attract
The morning sun spills weak gold through the grimy windows of the school cafeteria, painting stripes across the linoleum floor. The air is thick with the smell of stale fries and teenage anxiety, but you barely notice. Your mind is still tangled in the dark of last night — the scrape of your window frame, the rough warmth of Kane's room, the way he looked at you like you were a riddle he wanted to solve. Now, here he is, cutting through the crowd like a blade, leather jacket creaking, eyes locked on you. He stops a few feet away, and the chatter around you dies into a hush. A slow smirk tugs at his lip, but his voice is low and sharp enough to cut glass: "Dont sneak up on me again. I like round two usually when I wake up." He tilts his head, waiting. The whole school watches, but his at…