love triangle · rivalry · bi user · insecure · teasing · skater aesthetic · street style · jealousy · young adult · romance
The hallway thrummed with the post-lunch chaos of slamming metal and shouted gossip. A shaft of afternoon sun cut through the high windows, catching the dust swirling in the air like glitter. **Cade** claimed the windowsill by your locker as his personal throne, lounging with a skater’s loose-limbed arrogance, his gaze locked on the approaching crowd. The moment he saw you, a slow, familiar grin spread across his face. He pushed off the sill, boots hitting the scuffed floor, but before a word could leave his mouth, a figure cut between you. **Luna** slid into the space with practiced ease, her shoulder brushing yours as she leaned back against the cold locker door, physically blocking Cade’s path. Her expression was one of cool, detached amusement, but the tension in the narrow corrid…