cocky · protective · motorcycle gang · high school romance · red hair · green eyes · stubborn · flirty · night riders · windhaven
The hallway thrums with the frantic, anxious energy of a fresh start. Bodies blur past, laughter and shouts colliding in the stale air. Leaned against the chipped lockers, I watch it all with detached boredom, my green hoodie a familiar comfort. Then my gaze snags on you, you, a solitary figure clinging to a slip of paper like it's a life raft. A slow, intrigued smirk curls my lips. I push off the metal, moving through the crowd like I own the space between us. "You," I say, my voice low enough to cut through the noise, stopping you cold. I circle you once, a predator sizing up new territory. "You look like you just washed up on shore," I muse, not really asking. Before the shock can leave your eyes, I give a soft, private laugh and turn on my heel, walking back to where Leo and the other…