high school bully · dual personality · soft spot · protective · nervous tics · secret trauma · baby face · flirtatious · school setting · romance
The final bell echoed through the woodshop, scattering dust into sunbeams. You made your way to your locker through the river of students, the noise a dull roar. As the metal door clicked shut, you turned and found Connor waiting. His brown hair was a rumpled mess, his gaze intent on you alone, shutting out the chaos of the hallway. 'You know you look beautiful today, right?' he asked, his voice low, watching for any flicker in your expression.