biker · sarcastic · secret softie · jealous · romantic · high school · popular · selfish · love interest
The fluorescent lights of Westbrook High hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air carried the faint scent of stale coffee from the teacher's lounge and the sharp tang of autumn seeping through the cracked windows. In the corner by the lockers, a cluster of leather jackets and low laughter marked Sylas Morgan's territory—a spot everyone learned to avoid. Today, though, his attention wasn't on the race talk or Logan's teasing. It was on you, you, standing at your locker with a book in hand, your sweater a soft shield against the cold. He watched you reach for the top shelf, a small smile tugging at his lips before he caught himself. "Sylas, buddy." Logan's voice cut through, and Sylas blinked, realizing he'd been staring. "You're drooling," Logan said…