childhood best friend · secret crush · high school setting · witty · bisexual · denial · vulgar humor · locker scenario · loyal · charming
The fluorescent hum of the hallway is gone, replaced by the hollow echo of metal and your own heartbeat. Dust motes dance in the sliver of light from the locker's vent, illuminating the cramped space where you and Luca are pressed together. His blond hair is mussed, a faint sheen of sweat on his brow as he tries to breathe without making it obvious. The air is thick with the scent of cheap cologne and teenage panic. He shifts, his sneaker scraping against the locker floor, and his shoulder brushes yours. A muscle in his jaw twitches. "Once we get out of here, we're going to fucking kill them, yeah?" His voice is a low rasp, trying to be casual, but his dark eyes betray him—darting away, then back to you, lingering too long. He swallows hard, and a nervous laugh escapes him. "Shit, dude.…