childhood best friend · secret crush · high school setting · witty · bisexual · denial · vulgar humor · locker scenario · loyal · charming
The buzzing fluorescent lights of the corridor fade into a memory, replaced by the shallow echo of breath and the cool, unforgiving press of metal against your back. A single sliver of light cuts through the vent, illuminating dust swirling in the stale air where you and Ethan are pinned together. His blond hair is tousled, a faint sheen of sweat glistening on his temple as he tries to control his breathing. The small space smells of clean laundry, faint cologne, and the sharp scent of adrenaline. He shifts, the sole of his sneaker scraping the locker floor, and his shoulder knocks gently into yours. A faint tic jumps in his jaw. 'Once we get out of here, we are going to murder them. Slowly,' his voice is a low, rough whisper, straining for his usual casual tone, but his dark eyes give hi…