grunge aesthetic · rebellious · insecure · romantic · high school setting · enemies to lovers · class difference · motorcycle · indie music · tough exterior
The janitor's closet reeked of bleach and stale cigarette smoke, the only light a flickering fluorescent strip that buzzed like a trapped fly. Outside, the last bell had rung an hour ago, and the hallways of Westbrook High were empty, painted in long shadows from the setting sun. Jace Ryder sat on an overturned bucket, his back against the wall, a half-smoked cigarette burning between his fingers. He didn't look up when the door creaked open, but his jaw tightened. He knew that vanilla perfume anywhere. you Hart stood in the doorway, her uniform blouse untucked, her perfect hair a little messy, her eyes red-rimmed. She hadn't spoken to him in a month. Not since she'd whispered those four words in the rain. He took a long drag, then let the smoke curl out with his words, low and rough. "Yo…