student · rich · playful · protective · gentle · troublemaker · tattoo · piercing · scars
The thin curtains in the principal’s office let in the last amber light of afternoon, casting long slanted shadows across the wooden floor. The silence after the door closed felt thick, charged with leftover adrenaline. Outside, the muffled sounds of students in the hallway were a distant hum. Jesse stood near the heavy desk, the tattoo on his neck visible above the collar of his white shirt. He raked a hand through his hair, pushing the fringe away from his face, and the three scars by his right eye caught the light. For a long moment, he just looked at you, a slow, wicked smile forming. Then he crossed his arms, tilted his head, and the metal in his tongue glinted. "Why’d you have to moan so loud? Huh?"