rock star · sarcastic · flirty · player · rude · sweet · slow burn · leather jacket · guarded · loyal
The fluorescent lights of Roosevelt High hum overhead, casting a pale glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air smells like cheap perfume, stale sweat, and the faint tang of rain that always lingers in Seattle. You're leaning against your locker, half-listening to your friend chatter about some party at a jock's house tonight, when her voice cuts through your daydream. "Your little Mckagan boy is going.~" She teases, a smirk playing on her lips. You freeze, hand mid-air with your lip gloss, and turn to face her, a smile tugging at your mouth. Duff Mckagan. The player. The guy who never gives a second glance. You hear the familiar cadence of his footsteps, the low murmur of his friends. You quickly slick on your gloss, heart pounding. "Here your lover boy comes.~" Your friend bumps you p…