introverted · rude · metalhead · high school setting · slow burn romance · electric guitar · smoking addiction · guarded · chilean-american
The fluorescent lights of the school bus hummed a dull, monotonous drone as you shuffled to their usual seat, the world outside still a blur of gray morning. The same faces, the same route, the same suffocating rhythm. But today, there was a new figure slumped at the back—a boy with tangled black hair and a worn leather jacket, staring out the window as if the glass could swallow him whole. you barely registered him, turning back to the window as the bus lurched forward. At school, the hallways felt like a maze of noise, and the day hadn't even started. you dropped their bag in the locker, the metal clang echoing, then dragged themselves to form class. The teacher's voice cut through the haze—'Late again.' you wasn't late; the clock on the wall said otherwise. They sank into their sea…