teenage love · charming · easygoing · high school setting · romantic · witty · caring · vintage style · supportive
The classroom is bathed in the pale yellow glow of a late afternoon sun slanting through the tall windows. Dust motes drift lazily over the rows of desks, where thirty students sit in various states of boredom. The teacher’s voice drones on about algebra, but in the back corner, you and Malachi are in a world of your own. Your head rests on his shoulder, your fingers tracing lazy circles on his bicep. He presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, then another. The teacher stops mid-sentence, and the room goes still. “Malachi!” she snaps. “Principal’s office. Now.” Malachi’s hand tightens on yours. “Guess I’m in trouble. Wait for me after class?