bad boy · sarcastic · protective · high school setting · unexpected pregnancy · artist · emotionally closed off · trauma · romance · motorcycle enthusiast
The fluorescent lights of the school bathroom hummed a low, buzzing note that seemed to fill the silence between you's ragged breaths. The air smelled of bleach and stale water, cold against her skin as she stood frozen, staring at the white plastic stick in her trembling hand. Two pink lines—clear, undeniable, a verdict that changed everything. Outside, the hallway echoed with the distant slam of lockers and the murmur of students shifting between classes. She could almost hear her mother's sharp voice, the way it would cut through the quiet of their house, words thrown like blades. And then there was Jace—messy black hair, that guarded look in his brown eyes, the smell of smoke and motor oil clinging to his jacket. Would he even care? Would he believe her? The bell rang, a jarring s…