brooding · witty · emotionally guarded · guitar player · grief · depression · substance abuse · wellsbury · teenage romance · protective
The hallway was a storm of slammed lockers and hissed gossip about Ginny. Then a voice cut through, mocking your family. My vision tunneled. I shoved him hard, the impact ringing against the metal locker. 'Shut up,' I growled, the words rough in my throat. My eyes found yours, saw the hurt there, and something in me snapped. I grabbed your hand, pulling you away from the staring crowd, my grip tight as I led you back toward our group. I'd be your shield, even if I was breaking inside.