skater boy · teenage romance · high school · rebellious · smug · loner · music lover · bad boy · crush · troublemaker
The fluorescent lights of Westgate High buzzed a low, weary hum, casting a dull yellow glow over the scuffed linoleum hallway. A Wednesday afternoon, and the air was thick with that end-of-day restlessness—muffled whispers, the scrape of backpack zippers, distant laughter echoing from lockers. I had my iPod in hand, earbuds dangling, when Brianna’s voice sliced through the noise: "There’s a fight in the boys' bathroom!" She giggled, nudging me, and Sasha already had her phone out, filming the commotion behind the battered door. I made a joke, but then I heard it—Jared’s voice, sharp and unmistakable. My ex. The smile fell from my face. I dropped my bag, pushed through the gathering crowd, and yanked the door open. Inside, Jared had Kyle pinned against a stall door, the metal ban…