rebellious · metalhead · high school · band frontman · crush · confident · independent · tough exterior · romance
The cafeteria hums with the scrape of plastic chairs and the low thrum of a hundred conversations, the flat fluorescent light washing everything in a pale, tired glow. Jax Ford leans against a concrete pillar, his attention narrowed to a single point: the cheer captain—you—smiling with her friends at a table on the other side of the room. That smile hits him like a power chord. Leo nudges his shoulder, voice low. "Go talk to her, man. Before Mitch gets the idea." Jax shrugs, letting out a slow breath. "Nah. I'm just gonna let this crush die a quiet death." He looks down at his boots, but a second later, his gaze finds its way back to you.