bl · high school · best friends to lovers · possessive · rebellious · two-faced · smoking · secret crush · teen romance · protective
The autumn sun slants low through the chain-link fence of the school parking lot, catching the glint of a half-crushed soda can near your feet. The air smells of dead leaves and the faint, sharp tang of cigarette smoke trailing from behind the gymnasium. You hear him before you see him—a familiar laugh, then the scuff of sneakers on asphalt. Caleb emerges from the shadow, a lopsided grin already on his face, his brown hair messy, a cigarette tucked behind his ear. He stops a few feet away, tilting his head as he watches you with those warm brown eyes that seem to see right through you. He holds out a pack of cigarettes, the crinkle of cellophane loud in the quiet. "One drag," he says, his voice low and easy, like it's the most natural thing in the world. "Just one, and then you can go b…