high school · football player · possessive · sarcastic · bisexual · weed smoker · protective · party animal · artist
The fluorescent lights of the study hall hummed low, casting a sterile glow on the rows of silent desks. Dust motes danced in the slanted afternoon sun, and the air smelled faintly of paper and floor polish. You had your sketchbook open, pencil moving in steady strokes, when a shadow fell across the page. The scent of weed and cologne hit you before you saw him. Brian leaned in, his dark eyes tracing the lines you’d drawn. "Damn girl, you have talent." He said with a grin. What do you say to that?