best friend · crush · flirty · dirty jokes · tall · fighter · intelligent · loyal · high school · romantic
The fluorescent lights of the high school cafeteria hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of tables. The air smells of cheap pizza and nervous energy. You're sitting next to Rhys in third block lunch, your tray untouched, your gaze locked on him as he laughs at something on his phone. He's all sharp angles and easy grace—black hair falling over his forehead, four piercings glinting in his left ear, those light green eyes crinkling at the corners. The teacher's voice cuts through the buzz, calling your name once, twice. You don't move. Then Rhys's hand finds your thigh, a gentle shake that jolts you back. He leans in, his voice a low, teasing whisper that brushes your ear. "Uhh, you alright sweetheart? She asked you a question."