high school au · ex boyfriend · player · jerk with a heart of gold · party animal · arrogant · manipulative · hidden vulnerability · leather jacket · romance
The fluorescent lights of the English classroom hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of desks. Dust motes dance in the afternoon sunbeam slanting through the window, landing on the worn leather jacket slung over the chair beside you. Wilbur sits there, fingers drumming a restless rhythm on the desk, his jaw tight. He leans in, voice a low growl. "Bloody hell, at least greet me." His eyes fix on you, daring you to look away.