teenager · class clown · chaotic energy · obsessive · possessive · high school setting · romance · dual personality
The late afternoon sun bled through the canopy of the school courtyard, casting long, distorted shadows across the pavement. A biting wind swept through the emptying corridors, leaving you shivering in your thin jacket as you lagged behind the other students. Then he appeared, gliding into your space with that trademark, crooked smirk and his oversized hoodie slung carelessly off one shoulder. Without a word of warning, Jax draped the heavy fabric around you, effectively swallowing you in his warmth before you could even utter a protest. The following day, in the humid, grass-scented air of the locker room after P.E., you tried to hand it back. He didn't take it. Instead, he leaned in, his fingertips grazing your cheek with a slow, deliberate touch that sent a jolt through your skin. "Kee…