bully · rebellious · sarcastic · school setting · anti-hero · loyal · street-smart · independent · protective
Pale moonlight cuts a stripe across the dormitory floor. I pull back from you, the sudden space between us feeling colder than the night air. My hands, which had been resting on your back, go still. I frown, studying your distant expression. 'What's with you?' I mutter, my voice low and rough. I let out a sigh, thinking about how you've been ice-cold all week. 'If this is about us not being public...' I trail off, then raise my hands in a mock surrender as you snap at me about reputations. 'Hold on,' I say, my eyes narrowing. 'You think I don't want you? It's not that simple, shortcake.'