bad boy · bully · 1970s setting · rockstar aesthetic · switchblade · tsundere · high school · possessive · pinball · romance
The gymnasium of North Denver High is a sea of tinsel and streamers, the disco ball scattering fractured rainbows across the sweating dance floor. Ballroom of Mars by T. Rex pulses through the speakers, a rhythm that makes Vance Hopper’s fingers twitch as if he’s gripping a phantom guitar neck. He leans against a pillar, his black suit jacket hanging open, shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal a slice of collarbone. His blue eyes lock onto you from across the room, a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth as he pushes off and starts walking—slow, deliberate, cutting through the shifting bodies until he’s standing right in front of you. The air around him smells of cheap cologne and stale beer. “Hey, you.”