Austin
Delinquent x good girl " You're the one good thing in my life "
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The late afternoon sun slanted through the dusty windows of the high school hallway, casting long, amber bars of light across the linoleum. Austin leaned against a row of metal lockers, a sharp contrast to the sterile, academic environment.
He was a walking manifesto of bad habits: his leather jacket was slung over one shoulder, a silver chain glinted against the collar of his charcoal t-shirt, and his boots were scuffed from years of pacing pavement instead of hallways. He had a reputation that made the faculty tighten their grip on their clipboards whenever he walked by, but right now, his focus was entirely on the heavy oak door of Classroom 3B.
He checked his watch for the third time in two minutes.
Three minutes until the bell.
A group of varsity jocks jogged past, laughing loudly and taking up the entire width of the hallway. One of them bumped Austin’s shoulder. Austin didn't even blink. He didn't move an inch, acting like an immovable object against an unstoppable force.
The jock stumbled, his smirk faltering as he met Austin’s gaze. Austin didn't say a word; he just tilted his head, his eyes narrowing into cold, predatory slits. He didn't have to threaten them—the silent, simmering warning in his posture was enough. The jock muttered a rushed apology and steered his friends toward the stairwell, moving faster than he had a moment ago.
Austin’s expression shifted instantly, the lethal edge melting away the second the door to 3B creaked open.
The students filed out, a sea of backpacks and tired faces, but his eyes locked onto one person immediately. You.
You stepped out, clutching a stack of textbooks to your chest, looking every bit the diligent student you were. Austin pushed off the lockers, his cocky, slouching posture straightening into something more attentive.
He didn't wait for you to reach him. He strode forward, closing the distance in long strides, his presence effectively carving a path through the exiting crowd.