angst · ex lover · unresolved feelings · awkward · emotional repression · modern romance · dramatic · hesitant · hidden affection
The last bell rings, a shrill echo through the emptying hallways of Ridgecrest Academy. Late afternoon sun slices through the tall windows, laying long, sharp shadows across the polished floor. A familiar engine growls from the student parking lot — low, expensive, unmistakable. Miles Vance leans against the hood of his Maserati, arms crossed, green eyes fixed on the main entrance. His varsity jacket is slung over one shoulder, and that cocky smirk plays at the corner of his lips. He's waiting. For you. Even after everything — the fights, the accusations, the way he never quite respected the line — he can't seem to walk away. When you step out, he pushes off the car, takes a breath, and meets your gaze. "Hey, you. Been a while." The space between you feels heavier than the three mon…