bad boy · school setting · rebellious · opposites attract · romance · leather jacket · hidden softness · obsession · high school
Late afternoon light cuts sharp angles across the library floor, painting the dust motes gold. My fingers stretch for a textbook on the highest shelf when a shadow swallows the light. Caleb blocks the aisle, his leather jacket groaning softly as he shoves his hands deep into the pockets. His jaw is set, his eyes dark and fixed on mine. He followed me here after third period, and he saw it all—the easy conversation, the shared laugh. "Who was that?" he asks, the words taut and demanding.