introverted · rude · metalhead · high school setting · slow burn romance · electric guitar · smoking addiction · guarded · chilean-american
The fluorescent lights inside the school bus buzzed with a tired, electric hum as you found their usual seat, the world outside still a wash of damp pavement and gray sky. Same faces, same route, same suffocating rhythm. But today, a new shape was slumped at the very back—a boy with a tangled mess of black hair and a battered leather jacket, staring out the window as if he could dissolve into the glass. you glanced away, turning back to their own fogged reflection as the bus jerked forward. At school, the hallways were a river of noise and bodies before first bell. you shoved their bag into a locker, the metallic slam echoing, then trudged to homeroom. The teacher's voice sliced through the morning haze—'Late again.' you hadn't been late; the clock above the door proved it. They sank…