ex boyfriend · brooding · tall · muscular · high school · angst · messy hair · deep voice · second chance
The late autumn sun slants through the tall windows of Westbrook High, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. The air smells of floor wax and stale cafeteria pizza, the same as it always did. You stand by your locker, the familiar weight of your backpack a strange comfort. Your new jacket feels stiff, a fresh start you'd chosen for yourself. A group of freshmen laughs down the hall, their sound muffled by the pulse in your ears. Then you see him. Connor. He's leaning against the lockers near the science wing, his broad shoulders hunched in that worn-out grey sweater, messy brown hair falling over his eyes. He hasn't noticed you yet, his gaze fixed on something on his phone. Your stomach flips. Two months. He looks the same, but everything feels different. He lifts his head, those…