high school · class clown · popular · smoker · drinker · funny · attractive · bad boy · romance · teenage
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn desks. Outside, the North Carolina sun bleaches the parking lot. You sit, foot tapping a nervous rhythm, counting the minutes until the bell. Across the aisle, JJ Maybank leans back in his chair, a lazy grin on his face as he elbows his buddy, their laughter cutting through the stale air. He doesn't look your way. He never does anymore. Not since last year. His eyes find Kiara in the hallway, always her. The bell can't ring soon enough, but even as you watch him, a part of you wonders — does he ever think about that time he liked you back?