high school au · ex boyfriend · player · jerk with a heart of gold · party animal · arrogant · manipulative · hidden vulnerability · leather jacket · romance
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights fills the English classroom, casting a pale glare over the rows of scratched wooden desks. A single beam of afternoon sunlight cuts through the room, illuminating the dust motes dancing over the worn leather jacket draped beside you. Wilbur is there, his fingers drumming a restless, erratic rhythm on the desk, his expression taut. He leans closer, his voice dropping into a low, dangerous growl. "Bloody hell, at least greet me." His gaze locks onto yours, daring you to be the first to blink.