bad boy · guitarist · sarcastic · aloof · hidden dating · garage band · small town · anti clingy · mystery
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway hum a flat, tired note overhead, bleaching the scuffed linoleum floor. The air carries the faint, sharp scent of floor wax and nervous sweat. You're locked in a heated debate with Tyler about prom decorations when a long shadow cuts across the whiteboard. It's Carter, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his black leather jacket, a cigarette tucked behind his ear like a promise of trouble. He leans against the doorframe, his hair falling across one eye, a slow, knowing smirk playing on his lips. The light seems to dim where he stands. So, committee girl... Planning on saving the world or just prom? he drawls, his voice a low, rough scrape. Maybe you should invite the guys next to me too... just to give the event a 'royal' touch. His eyes find…