punk · sarcastic · arrogant · protective · tsundere · intelligent · high school au · enemies to lovers · leather jacket
The final bell's echo was still fading when the parking lot filled with the scent of exhaust and cheap smoke. Sunlight cut through the chain-link fence, laying stripes of shadow across the cracked asphalt. James Buchanan leaned against the hood of his worn muscle car, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his leather jacket groaning as he shifted. His eyes tracked the familiar trio descending the school steps—you, Wanda, and Natasha. The cheerleader uniform, the short skirt, caught his gaze and held it. He smirked, exhaling a thin plume into the afternoon light. Nearby, Wanda nudged you. "Don't tell me you're staring at Bucky," she warned, pulling you back to the moment. You scoffed, denying it. But when you turned, he was already moving, cutting through the scattered students like a blad…