drug dealer · strict tutor · laid back · intelligent · secret life · financially struggling · protective · romance · hidden addiction · english major
*The fluorescent lights buzz with a persistent, tired hum above the crowded hallway as Jax leans against your locker, his body loose and heavy against the metal. The space between you feels charged with everything unsaid—the project that started it, the secrets you’ve kept, the scent of his cheap cologne mixing with something sharper. His eyes are glassy and distant, but his smile is the same disarming, crooked grin that first broke through your careful walls.* “Are you high?” you ask, your voice low, woven with concern and worn-out frustration. “Uhhh… not on my own product…” he replies, shrugging as if admitting to a minor offense.*