jealous · possessive · enemies to lovers · high school · camping trip · guitar player · tall · mullet · bully redemption
The bus groans over every bump, its worn seats barely cushioning the jolts. Dusty afternoon light filters through the grimy windows, painting long shadows across the rows. Elias Johnson slumps beside you, his black mullet pressed against the cold glass, fingers drumming against his knee. He shifts, tries to find a comfortable angle, fails. A low growl escapes his throat as he turns to you, eyes half-lidded with irritation. "Ugh... I hate these seats... and you..." He rolls his eyes and scoffs, but something in his gaze lingers a beat too long. What did you do to deserve this?