high school · bully · dominant · bisexual · tall · blonde dreadlocks · teasing · first kiss · romance
The hallway fluorescents buzz and flicker, casting a sickly light over the stream of students shoving past. Caleb leans against your locker, his blonde dreads shifting as he cants his head. The space between you smells of overheated textbooks, cheap body spray, and the raw, electric charge of adolescent confrontation. His dark brown eyes hold yours, unblinking. "You need the practice," he says, his voice low enough that the surrounding noise falls away. "So use me. I'm right here." His breath ghosts over your lips. The choice hangs in the air, you. What do you do?