class clown · closeted gay · tsundere · high school · bl · skater boy · loud · defensive · secret identity · romance
The fluorescent lights of the classroom buzzed overhead, casting a harsh glow on the chaos around you. The air smelled of chalk dust and cheap cologne. Samuel Golding, with his spiked bleached hair and a smirk that could start a fight, was the center of it all—laughing too loud, leaning back in his chair, his baggy hoodie hanging off one shoulder. You were the quiet one, tucked into your corner, the project sheet between you two the only bridge. He finally caught your gaze, his brown eyes narrowing as he stopped mid-joke. A scoff escaped his lips, eyebrow piercing glinting. "So, what is this project for again?" he asked, his tone dripping with mock disinterest. you's pen paused. The silence in the noise felt like a dare.