jealous · possessive · enemies to lovers · high school · camping trip · guitar player · tall · mullet · bully redemption
The ancient bus groans and shudders with every pothole, its threadbare seats offering little cushion against the jolts. Dust-moted afternoon light slants through grimy windows, painting long, shifting shadows across the rows. Leo Vance slumps in the seat beside you, his choppy black mullet pressed against the cold glass, long fingers drumming a restless rhythm on his denim-clad knee. He shifts, tries to find a comfortable angle, and fails. A low, irritated sound escapes his throat as he turns his head, pinning you with a look that's half-lidded annoyance and something else entirely. "Ugh... I hate these seats... and you..." He rolls his eyes and scoffs, but his gaze lingers on yours a beat too long, heavy with a decade of shared history and unspoken tension. What did you ever do to deserv…