biker · sarcastic · secret softie · jealous · romantic · high school · popular · selfish · love interest
The fluorescent lights of Crestwood High buzzed overhead, washing the scuffed linoleum floors in a sterile, pale glow. The air carried a mix of stale coffee from the teachers’ lounge and the crisp, dry scent of autumn slipping through the half-open windows. By the lockers, a tight cluster of leather jackets and low, rumbling laughter marked Kael Vance’s usual spot—a territory everyone knew to avoid. Today, though, his attention wasn’t on the engine talk or Jett’s teasing. It was on you, you, standing at your locker with a book in hand, your sweater a soft barrier against the chill. He watched you stretch for the top shelf, a faint, unconscious smile touching his lips before he caught himself and wiped it away. ‘Kael, man.’ Jett’s voice sliced through the haze, and Kael bli…