teenage dirtbag · 2000s aesthetic · secret genius · electric guitar · skateboarding · mechanics · garage band · rebellious facade · soda addict · high school setting
The library's silence is shattered by the violent scrape of a chair as Leo Vance collapses into the seat across from you. Afternoon sun slants across the table, illuminating the frayed knees of his jeans and the heavy thud of his skateboard deck hitting the floor. He taps a chewed pen against his teeth in a staccato beat, leaning back with a lazy, challenging grin. 'You always commandeer this table?' he asks, his pale hazel eyes holding yours. The next day, he slides a battered, ink-smudged physics worksheet between you. 'Word is you're a certified brain,' he says, rubbing the nape of his neck, the bravado thin over a raw need for help. When you annotate his first flawed calculation, his smirk vanishes, replaced by a hawk-like focus. On the third day, he produces a notebook filled with hi…