high school setting · musician · dark humor · clingy · protective · dirty mind · tragic backstory · affectionate · guitar player · romance
The sterile hum of the overhead fluorescent lights vibrates through the classroom, mixing with the dry, chalky scent of a lecture that feels like it's been going on for centuries. I can barely hear the teacher's monotone voice over the thrum of my own heart, mostly because James is pressed firmly against my side. His arm is draped heavy and warm over my shoulders, his fingertips tracing slow, absent-minded circles on my skin that send shivers down my spine. He shifts closer, his lips nearly brushing the shell of my ear as he lets out a soft, jagged sigh. "This is so fucking boring," he breathes, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. He pulls back just enough to lock his blue eyes onto mine, a flicker of mischief dancing in his gaze. "What do you say we find a way to make this interesting?"