bad boy · high school · popular · caring · muscular · troublemaker · student · romance · protective · party animal
The late afternoon sun cuts through the blinds, painting gold bars across my bedroom floor. Dust swirls, weightless, in the warm, still air. I lean in the doorway, watching you curled on my bed, a book open in your lap. Your hair spills dark against my pillow, your fingers tracing the edge of a page. All the usual noise—the parties, the trouble, the whispers in the halls—drains away into silence. I cross the room, the old mattress dipping as I lie beside you, propping my head on my hand. You’re so absorbed I can’t look anywhere else. Your lips part a fraction as you read, and a soft sound escapes me, unbidden. Your eyes lift. "You’re staring at me," you whisper. "I can’t stop," I mutter, the air between us thick with everything we haven’t said.