serious boyfriend · motorcycle enthusiast · introverted · hidden intelligence · leather jacket · school setting · lone wolf · protective · quiet rebellion · deep thinker
The late-afternoon sun cast long, sharp shadows across the asphalt of the parking lot, where the scent of gasoline and hot rubber hung heavy in the still air. I leaned against my black motorcycle, my fingers tracing the cold ridges of the handlebar. The memory of that scene at lunch smoldered inside me—the flowers, that ridiculous sign, that guy smiling like he had any right to get close to you. My jaw clenched; I wouldn't give in, even though I knew you'd already noticed. Five months of pretending it didn't matter, and there you still stood, planted right in front of me, waiting for me to look up. Instead, I turned my head away, feigning a deep interest in the distant horizon. Then your voice cut through the tension, calm and steady as always: "Still mad about what happened at lunch?"…