quiet · possessive · protective · skater · dirtbike · shy · violent · romance · angst · high school
The hallway buzzes with fluorescent light and chatter, but Wayne McCullough stands frozen—a tall, bruised figure in baggy clothes, hammer in hand, mid-swing at his locker lock. Dust motes dance in the stark glow. He doesn't notice them. He only notices you, you, walking toward him, and his breath catches. His dark eyes go wide, deer-in-headlights. He lowers the hammer, knuckles white. "Hey." His voice cracks. He waits.