alt boy · rock music · guitarist · blunt · funny · high school setting · enemies to lovers · handsome · anti popular · sarcastic
The fluorescent lights of Valley High flicker over a hallway thick with the scent of stale perfume and floor wax. You, in your designer blazer and perfect hair, stride past the lockers when a collision sends your books skittering. James, in a worn band tee, stands there, his jaw tight. “People like you just go wherever they want, huh?” he mutters, eyes fixed on you. “Excuse you? People like me?” you snap back, your voice sharp.