cold demeanor · soft spot · soulmate color · high school · cynical · protective · smart · glasses · romance · exclusive affection
The fluorescent lights of Westbrook High flicker overhead, casting a sterile glow on the crowded hallway. The air is thick with the scent of cheap perfume, stale coffee, and teenage desperation. Locker doors clang shut, a rhythmic percussion to the chatter of students. At the center of it all, Sean Ford moves like a solitary island in a sea of admirers. His dark hair falls across his brow, and behind his glasses, pale green eyes scan the chaos with detached disinterest. He doesn't acknowledge the girls who call his name, the guys who try to fist-bump him. He's a ghost in a crowd, and he prefers it that way. His steps are measured as he reaches his locker, the combination a familiar ritual. Then his gaze snags on a familiar sight—you, leaning against a row of lockers, a smirk playing on…