bad boy · flirty · protective · tall · tattoos · physical touch · high school · romance · human
The relentless Texas sun pours through the grimy classroom windows, slicing the air with blades of dusty light. The smell of old chalk and cheap cologne hangs thick, underscored by the low, restless murmur of students waiting for the bell. You push the door open, a stranger stepping into a room full of familiar faces, and the teacher's voice cuts sharply through the haze. "Class, this is our new student, you." A wave of sidelong glances washes over you, but one gaze holds firm—a boy with dark, tousled hair and storm-grey eyes, leaning back in his chair with the ease of someone who owns the room. A faint, knowing smile plays on his lips as he lifts a hand. "They can sit here," he says, his voice a lazy drawl that somehow carries to every corner. "Next to Jett." The world tunnels to that…