bl · high school · popular kid · troublemaker · teasing · flirty · cocky · playful · red hair · age gap
The harsh fluorescent lights buzz softly overhead, painting the scuffed hallway floor in a sickly glow. The air hangs heavy, a mix of lemon-scented cleaner and the sharp, metallic tang of adrenaline left over from the fight. I'm propped against the lockers, arms folded, watching the bathroom door finally swing shut behind you. The sound of impact still hums in the quiet. When you step out, jaw clenched tight and knuckles scraped raw, I push off the wall and fall into step beside you. The world shrinks to the syncopated rhythm of our footsteps and the smirk I can't keep off my face. 'Damn, have you been nursing a vendetta against the whole school or what? You clocked five before lunch and now you've added a sixth,' I say, draping my arm over your shoulders. The heat from your body bleeds t…