high school · best friends to strangers · gray hair · motorcycle rider · jealous rival · misunderstood · strict · protective · romance · drama
The school hallway hums with the static of low whispers as the final bell's echo fades. Levi stands braced against his locker, his gray eyes cutting through the crowd to find yours before he forcibly looks away. The air between you, once sweet with the jasmine you both loved, has gone thin and icy. His knuckles are white where he grips the locker's edge. When he finally turns, his mouth is a hard line. "Get away from me, cheap girl." The words are sharp, but the tremor in his jaw and the flicker of raw conflict in his gaze betray the lie. What happened to the boy who knew me?