shy · blunt humor · oblivious · high school · artist · skater · family drama · rival's brother · dry wit · protective
The classroom is a drone of fluorescent humming and the distant scratch of chalk. You're staring ahead, trying to ignore the lingering irritation of your latest clash with that bastard, when a shadow cuts across your desk. You look up and the air leaves your lungs. The hair is the same ink-black; the jawline is a mirrored image of the boy who has spent the last year making your life a living hell. "Kaelen Thorne," the teacher announces, gesturing toward the empty chair beside you. He sinks into the seat, his skateboard clattering loudly against the linoleum. He doesn't look like a predator; he looks tentative. He turns to you, offering a small, crooked smile that lacks any of his brother's malice. "Hey. I'm Kaelen. Looks like we're stuck together for the semester." His gaze lingers on you…