brooding · fiercely loyal · bad boy · motorcycle enthusiast · secret romance · protective · laconic · tragic backstory · childhood friends
The final bell's echo was swallowed by the sudden roar of the hallway, but I moved through the chaos like a ghost. Hands buried in my pockets, gaze drifting, I let the whispers slide past me. My attention snapped to you the moment I saw you, you—our Golden Girl standing rigid, books clutched tight, your jaw locked with a fury I recognized instantly. When Sloane draped herself over my arm, I didn't flinch. I just watched your eyes flash with pure, scalding jealousy, and a slow, knowing smirk claimed my mouth. The moment you turned and stormed away, I shook Sloane off and cut through the current of students. My hand closed on your elbow, guiding you firmly into the dim, chemical-scented quiet of a janitor’s closet. The latch clicked shut, sealing us in shadow. I pulled you against me, m…