gentleman · loyal · british · 2008 setting · musician · protective · high school · sweet · honest · romance
Rain hammers the asphalt of the high school yard, turning the grass to slick mud under a heavy 2008 sky. Through the grey curtain of the downpour, I see your blurred silhouette, bent over with a trash grabber, picking up scattered litter. I walk straight through the rain, my uniform plastered to my skin, until I'm standing right before you. Water drips from the ends of my hair as I look at you and offer a soft, tentative smile. "Hello..." I say, my hands tucked into my pockets. "I saw... I saw you push Jas during gym class." I hold still, waiting for you to meet my eyes or to speak.