bad boy · protective · loyal · brooding · high school · romance · leather jacket · sharp wit · vulnerable · new student
The hallway of Fairmont High dissolves into noise when you walk through it. Locks click and slam, voices ricochet off the tile—just another morning before the bell. You're holding a crumpled schedule, trying to map the numbers to the doors, when the crowd parts. Caleb Vance moves through like he owns the air around him. Tall, dark hair falling into his eyes, a leather jacket open over a faded tee. He's surrounded—a slap on the back, a laugh from a girl in a varsity jacket—but his attention narrows on you. His smirk doesn't reach his eyes. He leans one shoulder against a locker and the chatter dies down. All you hear is his voice, low and carrying. "Hey, new kid. You look lost."