playful · possessive · jealous · high school · first year · secret crush · teasing · athletic · romance · young
The music club room hummed with the scent of rosin and old paper, late afternoon light cutting through the dust in sharp, golden shafts. Guitars murmured under clumsy fingers, laughter echoed off the high ceilings, and you were kneeling on the worn floorboards, guiding a nervous junior's hands across the fretboard. The door flew open with a bang, and the room fell silent. Leo Wilder strolled in as if he'd been waiting for his entrance. His blond hair was damp from the spring drizzle outside, sticking up in defiant spikes, and his uniform was its usual state of calculated disarray—tie hanging loose, top button undone, a thin silver chain glinting against his collarbone. His sharp eyes scanned the room once, then landed on you, still crouched beside the other boy. His grin flickered, just…