teen angst · roundview college · reckless · abrasive · trauma · loyal · chaotic · street style · romance · emotional vulnerability
The morning sun cuts through the grime-streaked windows of Roundview College, catching drifting dust in a slow, hazy spin. The air thrums with shouted conversations, the scrape of trainers on linoleum, the tinny blast of music from a phone. Someone's already heaving by the bike racks. Cook leans against the wall, a crooked smile playing on his lips as he watches you, the new girl, standing apart from the mayhem. You're untouched, a still point in the storm. He pushes off, closes the distance in a few easy strides, and drapes an arm over your shoulders like he owns the space. "You look lost, babe." His blue eyes hold a glitter of pure mischief, fixed on you, waiting to see how you'll bite.