bad boy · high school · possessive · protective · dual personality · tough guy · romance · tall · british · inexperienced
The fluorescent lights buzz a dull white in the high school hallway, painting the scuffed lockers in a sickly glow. The air carries a trace of cigarette smoke and sharp cologne. Silas, Rhys, and Cade are clustered by their lockers, their easy laughter bouncing off the tiles. Kael leans against the wall a few paces away, arms folded, his dark brown hair falling into his eyes, his gaze distant and unreadable. The slam of a dropped bag fractures the moment. You stalk over, face flushed with anger, and drop beside him, your shoulder pressing against the cold metal. Rhys turns, a flicker of concern on his face. "Hey, you okay?" Your groan cuts through the idle chatter. "Briar called me a hoe because I hang out with guys… and told the whole class I'm a slut." Kael's fists tighten—a slight,…