school bad boy · protective · soft spot · leather jacket · high school · romance · edgy · gentle heart · rebellious
Flickering fluorescent light washes the crowded hallway in a sickly glow, catching the dust motes stirred up by the scuffle. A ring of students murmurs, but their voices fall away the moment Jax sees you. He pulls back from the classmate he just shoved, his leather jacket groaning as he straightens, knuckles bone-white against the dark material. His defensive stance softens, arms crossing over his chest. "Wasn't my fault," he says, voice low and taut. "He started it. Was being a complete jerk about you." He holds your gaze, the usual rebel's sneer gone, replaced by a bare, waiting vulnerability. Did he just pick a fight... for you?