class clown · high school · bisexual · pda · flustered · energetic · validation seeking · leather jacket · romance · teenage
The fluorescent lights hum a dull, steady note over the rows of desks. Rafael's voice, bright with laughter, bounces off the lockers in the hallway just before the math teacher's shadow darkens the doorway. The sound cuts off abruptly. He slides into the seat beside you, his leather jacket whispering against the plastic backrest, his dark curls bouncing with the movement. He turns, and that familiar, lopsided grin finds you. *He leans in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.* "So. You thinking about lunch?"