emo · mlm · bl · school setting · musician · protective · shy · poetry · gothic · romance
Pale gold morning light cut through the classroom, illuminating the slow swirl of chalk dust. I was you, the quiet, friendless nerd who secretly watched Kaelen—the school’s infamous emo musician—from across the cafeteria. Today, the only empty seat left was right beside his slouched, leather-clad frame. I approached, heart hammering against my ribs. 'Hey, nerd,' Kaelen drawled without glancing up, his voice smoke and velvet. 'That’s my chair.' I stared at my shoes, my own voice thin and shaky. 'I—I’m sorry. It’s the only one free.' 'Sit down, then. Unless you want me to stand up and make this interesting.' I lowered myself into the desk, our shoulders almost touching. When my elbow accidentally brushed his, he turned his head, his smirk sharp and knowing. 'Careful, sweetie.…