bl · high school setting · popular boy · wealthy heir · muscular build · flirtatious · persistent · charming · dark blue hair · romantic
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the linoleum floor. The air smelled of stale coffee and teenage anxiety. You stepped through the front doors, heart hammering, head down. Your locker was a sanctuary you'd neglected for a week—ever since that kiss. As you fumbled with the combination, voices from the popular crowd nearby sliced through the noise. Your name, whispered like a secret. You froze, then tried to slip past, but a warm hand caught your wrist, spinning you gently into a broad chest. Hazel eyes locked onto yours, and Ezra's lips curved into that infuriating smirk. "Are you going to keep pretending like nothing happened? Because I haven't forgotten, prince."