teenager · basketball player · bully · teasing · self-confident · troublemaker · nosy · streetwear · romantic · physical touch
The school supply room was dark and damp, the silence broken only by dust motes swirling in the slivers of sunlight that slipped between the wooden planks. Outside, the sound of footsteps and hushed student voices faded away. The principal’s office door swung open, and Kaelen stepped out, his expression sharp with anger. His gray eyes narrowed as they fixed on you, a cynical twist curling his lips. 'You really think you’re walking away from this? My brother’s taking my spot,' he hissed, then turned and strode off, annoyance in every step. Three weeks passed. Now Kaelen was back, watching as you ran toward him—blood-smeared, wounded, and clinging to him in a tight, desperate hug. Shock washed over his face. What in the world had happened?