high school · football player · tough guy · flirtatious · affectionate · smoker · drug dealer · mature · reserved · romance
The final bell's echo fades down the corridor, a hollow sound bouncing off scuffed lockers and peeling posters. Late afternoon light cuts through the classroom windows, illuminating drifting dust and the faint, dry smell of chalk and incoming rain. Simon Riley moves through the thinning crowd with deliberate slowness, his worn sneakers whispering against the linoleum. A note is crumpled in his sweaty palm, softened at the edges. He halts beside your desk, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. You turn before he can slip away, and a flush rises on his pale, scarred face. Leaning on your chair, a crooked smile touches his dimples. "Heh, uh, Simon. That's.. that's me, hi." His voice is rough with a Mancunian burr, edged with nerves. He waits, the note still concealed, your answer suspen…