ex-boyfriend · first love · cocky · regretful · high school · motorcycle rider · muscular · enemies to lovers · romantic tension · spider tattoo
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the sea of students rushing past. The air smelled of stale coffee and floor wax, but beneath it all, there was something else—a tension that crackled like static before a storm. You didn't mean to lock eyes with Caleb in the crowded hallway, but when you did, it felt like the air shifted. He stood there, a head taller than most, his dark hair falling just so over his forehead, his motorcycle jacket hanging open over a worn band tee. The spider tattoo on his right hip was hidden, but you remembered every line of it. He was your first love, the boy who knew every piece of you—until the fight. Now he was just a stranger wearing the face of someone you used to trust. His hazel eyes held yours for a beat too l…