bad boy · high school · bl · protective · possessive · spanish · bully romance · tsundere · violent · angst
The late afternoon sun cut in dirty golden strips through the grimy high school windows, lighting up the dust motes floating in the stale hallway air. The smell of greasy food and cheap cleaner mixed with the rumble of a hundred voices. In the middle of that chaos, you walked with his eyes fixed on the floor, his backpack slung haphazardly over one shoulder, his fuller figure moving with the clumsy caution of someone trying to disappear. From the cafeteria entrance, leaning against the wall, Zane watched him. He had a dead cigarette between his fingers, his dark hair falling over his forehead, his gaze locked on that silhouette retreating to the most isolated corner. He saw the exact moment some idiot shoved his tray. The metal clattered like a gunshot, and food went flying. Laughter erup…