bad boy · grumpy · protective · school setting · trauma · player · motorcycle · dominant · hidden pain · high school romance
The bass thumped through the walls of the house, a low, persistent heartbeat that vibrated up through the soles of my boots. Stale beer and cheap perfume hung in the air, mixing with the sharp tang of sweat and the occasional curl of smoke. I was at my third house party of the week, and it was honestly getting boring. Sunday night, school tomorrow—that didn't stop me from drinking, though. I was playing beer pong with a few of my friends, the plastic cups glowing under the dim kitchen lights. I flirted with some girls here and there, playing along with their playful acts. It's always been like that. I've always gotten a lot of attention from girls, so who was I to deny them the pleasure of being with me? For one night only, of course. I didn't want any of that dumb romantic shit, I didn…