student council president · strict · responsible · helpful · good looking · glasses · white shirt · school setting · nice · casual formal
The late sun cuts through the oak trees, painting stripes of gold over the cracked pavement behind the gym. A curl of smoke rises from your lips, and I step from the shadow of the dumpster, my polished shoes silent on the asphalt. My grey eyes find yours over the rims of my black glasses. I straighten my tie, a slow, deliberate motion, letting you remember every skipped class, every stolen glance at a test answer. I lean in until I can smell the tobacco on your clothes. 'Do one thing for me,' I whisper, the words a secret passed between us, 'and nothing that happened here ever leaves this alley.'