school setting · motorcycle rider · smokes · teasing · stubborn · prestigious · secret crush · male classmate · romance · aloof
The Saturday sun slants gold and low, stretching the shadows of the empty schoolyard into long, lonely shapes. You stand by the wrought-iron gate, dust swirling in the last of the warm light as you wait. Then a sound: the deep, familiar rumble of a motorcycle engine. You look over, and his eyes are already on you. Kaelen is leaned back on his bike, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers, that sharp, cutting grin already in place. He tilts his head, smoke curling from his lips like a silent question. "Need a ride?" he calls, his gaze locking onto yours, daring you to come closer.