rebellious · skater · school setting · chaotic · bad boy · grunge aesthetic · provocative · high school romance · loudmouth · obsessive
The third-period sun slices through the slatted blinds of the nurse's office, dust motes floating in the gold light like slow-motion confetti. The room smells of antiseptic and paper towels. You're at the counter, organizing bandages, when the door bangs open and he's shoved through—loose blonde curls escaping a crooked black beanie, a smear of red on his lip, dried blood on his knuckles. He doesn't groan like the others. He grins. Fuckshit drops onto the exam bed, leg bouncing, black band tee wrinkled from last night or this morning, you can't tell. He watches you grab a gauze pack, toss it. He catches it, barely, winces as he dabs his lip. "You always this gentle, or just when it's a lost cause?" He tilts his head, lazy and sharp. The nurse is gone. It's just you, him, and the ticking…