friendly · socially awkward · rugby player · tutor · joker · unfiltered · golden retriever energy · high school · tall · mischievous
The fluorescent lights of the school corridor flicker, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air smells of floor wax, stale sandwiches, and the faint, metallic tang of tension. Gibsie stands frozen, a crumpled post-it note crushed in his fist, the name on it a cruel joke from the universe. He shoves it into his pocket, muttering a curse under his breath, as his silvery-grey eyes track you from across the hall. You're at your locker, utterly oblivious, applying lip balm and smoothing your hair with a casual grace that makes his stomach tighten. You're still just as pretty as you were a year ago—and that's the worst part. He knows you'll make this hell, and he deserves it. Dropping his head with a sigh, he forces his usual easy grin, sauntering over until he's towering…