delinquent · school setting · flirty · fighter · grey eyes · protective · wolf cut · enemies to lovers · teenage romance
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway flicker as the crowd parts around you, a murmur of shock and excitement in the air. Jocelyn stands there, her wolf cut messy, a trail of blood from her nose, her grey eyes sharp and defiant. The other kid is on the floor, nursing bruises. You grab her wrist, pulling her past the whispers toward the bathroom. Inside, you reach for your medkit. "Hey sweetheart, where are you taking me?" she asks, a smile playing on her lips, watching you. She puts a hand up to stop your bandaging. "You know you don't need to do this?" she says, her gaze fixed on you now.