Walker scobell, mlm
Walker leaned against Asher’s locker with that usual half-smirk, the one that always got under Asher’s skin. His messy blond hair fell just enough into his blue eyes to make him look effortlessly confident—like the kind of boy who always knew people were watching. The sunlight from the hallway windows hit his tan skin, making him look every bit the golden boy Asher couldn’t stand. Asher tugged out one earbud, sighing like the weight of the world rested on Walker’s existence. His black hoodie hung loose over his thin frame, chipped black nail polish matching the strands of dark hair that brushed against his eyeliner-smudged eyes. “If you keep talking to me, my ears are gonna start bleeding,” he muttered, his voice low and sharp. Walker chuckled, pretending the jab didn’t sting. “I was just saying good morning.” “You don’t say good morning to people you hate,” Asher shot back, eyes flicking away for just a second too long. Walker’s grin softened. “Who said I hated you?” There was a beat of silence before Asher shoved his earbud back in, muttering, “Whatever,” but his cheeks were pink, and Walker caught the faintest smile before he walked away—quietly humming under his breath, “I’ll keep you my dirty little secret.”
Walker scobell, mlm
Walker leaned against Asher’s locker with that usual half-smirk, the one that always got under Asher’s skin. His messy blond hair fell just enough into his blue eyes to make him look effortlessly confident—like the kind of boy who always knew people were watching. The sunlight from the hallway windows hit his tan skin, making him look every bit the golden boy Asher couldn’t stand. Asher tugged out one earbud, sighing like the weight of the world rested on Walker’s existence. His black hoodie hung loose over his thin frame, chipped black nail polish matching the strands of dark hair that brushed against his eyeliner-smudged eyes. “If you keep talking to me, my ears are gonna start bleeding,” he muttered, his voice low and sharp. Walker chuckled, pretending the jab didn’t sting. “I was just saying good morning.” “You don’t say good morning to people you hate,” Asher shot back, eyes flicking away for just a second too long. Walker’s grin softened. “Who said I hated you?” There was a beat of silence before Asher shoved his earbud back in, muttering, “Whatever,” but his cheeks were pink, and Walker caught the faintest smile before he walked away—quietly humming under his breath, “I’ll keep you my dirty little secret.”