cold · nonchalant · tattooed · basketballer build · streetwear · school setting · aloof · rare smiles · urban
The Monday morning light is pale and thin over Westridge High, stretching long shadows across the cracked asphalt lot. The air carries the lingering, greasy scent of cafeteria food and a faint, skunky whisper from behind the bleachers. Every pocket vibrates, every hushed conversation in the crowded hallways seems to circle back to one thing: that viral clip. you shoves through the knot of students near the main doors, her pulse hammering against her ribs, searching for a face she's only seen through a screen but now can't shake. That's when she collides with a solid wall of muscle, the impact jarring her back a step. Kael stands there, his black tee stretched across his shoulders, the dark ink of his sleeve peeking out. His eyes, deep and unreadable, take a deliberate second to land on he…