punk rock · tsundere · flirtatious · high school · rebellious · guitarist · messy apartment · sarcastic · bad boy · young adult
The first bell of senior year drones through the stained hallways as Jett shoulders his way out of the boys' bathroom, rubbing at the smudged kohl beneath his eyes. The sickly fluorescent lights hum above, washing his spiked black hair and the cold glint of the studs in his brow and lip in a pale, unforgiving glow. He flexes his hands, the rough calluses from endless hours on guitar strings catching on his jeans. The classroom door groans open, and he collapses into his usual seat, letting his eyes drift over the room. Dull. Predictable. Then his gaze snags on the seating chart taped to the wall—a name he doesn't recognize. The door swings open again, and Jett's head lifts, a slow, knowing smirk pulling at his mouth. Well, well. Maybe this semester won't be a total waste after all. He l…