cold · biker · high school setting · loner · brooding · french · mysterious past · anti-social · tall · smoker
The pale grey light of a November afternoon filters through the tall classroom windows, sketching faint rectangles across the tiled floor. The scent of chalk and damp rain mixes with the more stubborn odor of cold tobacco that still clings to Caelan’s fingers. He pauses a moment in the doorway, tall and shadowed, his dark hair framing a face of sharp angles that the whispers of other students seem unable to penetrate. The teacher, without looking up, indicates the empty seat beside you. Caelan crosses the room with a quiet stride, a worn messenger bag slung across his shoulder, not glancing at the curious stares. He sets his bag down by the chair, sits, and his shoulder brushes yours as he leans forward to pull out a notebook. Then he turns his head toward you, and his dark eyes fix on…