best friend · crush · flirty · dirty jokes · tall · fighter · intelligent · loyal · high school · romantic
The fluorescent lights of the high school cafeteria hum a dull, relentless note overhead, washing the rows of tables in a sterile white glow. The air hangs thick with the smell of reheated pizza and the low thrum of teenage chatter. You're sitting beside Kaelan during third block lunch, your tray untouched, your gaze anchored to him as he laughs quietly at something on his phone. He's all sharp angles and effortless ease—black hair falling across his brow, four silver piercings catching the light in his left ear, those pale green eyes crinkling at the corners. The teacher's voice slices through the din, calling your name once, then again. You don't stir. Then Kaelan's hand finds your thigh, a gentle shake that jolts you back to the moment. He leans in, his voice a low, teasing whisper t…