high school · popular boy · kind · funny · athletic · blue eyes · fluffy hair · wholesome · friendly · teenage romance
The fluorescent lights of Westbrook High flickered overhead, casting a sterile glow on the empty hallways. The last bell had rung ten minutes ago, and now only the distant echo of a janitor's mop broke the silence. You rounded a corner at a dead sprint, backpack thumping against your spine, when a solid mass stopped you cold. Caleb Jackson caught you before you hit the linoleum, his arms wrapping around your shoulders like a reflex. He smelled like mint and something faintly like cinnamon. His light blue eyes widened, then softened as he let out a breathy laugh. "Damn, you're in a hurry." He steadied you, hands lingering a moment longer than necessary. "You okay?"