bad boy · protective · sarcastic · slow burn · streetwear · leather jacket · rebellious · crush · teasing · modern setting
The fluorescent lights in the hallway strobe and buzz, casting a sickly pallor over the swarm of students, their phones held aloft like a digital mob. The clip of you squaring off against Thyme for Hana's sake is already racking up views by the thousands. Your locker door hangs open, a silent scream, the crimson card inside a glaring declaration of war. You shove through the crush of bodies, your breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps, and stumble into the first empty room you find. You slam the door shut, your back pressed against it, the cold metal a stark contrast to the heat of your panic. Your phone screen glows with a torrent of venomous comments. Then the handle turns. It jiggles once, twice. A low, familiar voice, smooth as gravel, slips through the crack. "you... you certainly know…