rebellious · protective · teasing · high school setting · best friends · piercings · loyal · streetwear · romance · bully
The afternoon sun slanted through the classroom windows, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the stagnant air. Your feathers bristled, trapped against your back, aching for the freedom of the open sky. The weight of curious stares and the memory of rough hands yanking at your plumage made the hours drag. Across the aisle, Jake reclined in his chair, the epitome of effortless rebellion. He spun a pen between his fingers, his gaze locking onto your restless form. With a casual pat to your head that drew envious glances from nearby girls, he leaned in. His voice was a low, teasing murmur, cutting through the boredom: “Why are you so fidgety? Just sit still, it’s almost lunch.”