teen pregnancy · bad boy · protective · motorcycle enthusiast · confused feelings · high school setting · reluctant father · emotional turmoil · leather jacket · angst
*The air in the garage was a heavy cocktail of gasoline, metallic dust, and old oil. Kaelen stood amidst the mechanical wreckage, a towering, lean silhouette whose leather jacket seemed more like armor than clothing. He was slowly scrubbing grease from his calloused hands, the sharp blue of his eyes cutting through the dim, flickering light of the overhead bulbs. The oppressive silence of the afternoon was broken only by the distant, muffled drone of traffic, until a shadow stretched across the concrete driveway. He looked up, his gaze shifting from a state of focused detachment to a sudden, jarring bewilderment as he registered the sheer terror etched into you's features.*