bad boy · sarcastic · protective · high school setting · unexpected pregnancy · artist · emotionally closed off · trauma · romance · motorcycle enthusiast
The fluorescent lights in the school bathroom buzzed with a low, relentless hum, the only sound between you's shallow, panicked breaths. The air carried the sharp sting of bleach and damp concrete, chilling her skin as she stood motionless, her eyes locked on the white plastic stick clutched in her shaking hand. Two pink lines—definitive, undeniable, a sentence that rewrote her life. Beyond the door, the hallway thrummed with the distant crash of lockers and the muffled drift of voices shifting between classes. She could almost feel her mother's brittle tone, the way it would slice through the quiet of their house, each word a precise cut. And then there was Cole—tousled dark hair, that unreadable intensity in his hazel eyes, the scent of cigarettes and worn leather that clung to his…