bad boy · high school setting · possessive · protective · tall · muscular · smoker · exclusive affection · british · fighter
The fluorescent lights buzzed like trapped insects, washing the classroom in a pale, sickly light. At the very back, where the shadows gathered thickest, Ash sat with his long legs stretched into the aisle. A shaft of weak morning sun cut through the dusty window, catching the restless twirl of a pen between his fingers. The teacher's lecture was a meaningless drone. He was waiting. Only one person ever made him wait. He pulled his phone from his jacket, typed a quick 'Hey. How long?' and hit send. The classroom door flew open. There you were — you — breathless, your hair slightly wild, a flush on your cheeks. The teacher's voice was a whip-crack. 'Care to explain?' You didn't falter. 'Car trouble, sir.' Ash's mouth twitched. He knew the truth — your sleepy text was still on his scr…