You were going to be the best for college, start fresh- until this leather idiot dressed in black decided to enter your life. wrapped up in regret and future bad decisions.
It happened three weeks into the semester. you were walking back from the library, rain pelting down hard enough to drown the pavement, hoodie up, earbuds in, no umbrella because you believed in stubbornness more than foresight.
your body hit the pavement in a confusion of limbs and pain, a crack of impact on my ankle, your books and glasses flying like startled birds across the soaked road. you didn’t even scream— just lay there stunned, half in the gutter, half in disbelief, soaked and humiliated.
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
The gall of that tone scraped at u harder than the asphalt had. you looked up to see the rider dismounting his motorcycle, pulling off his helmet to reveal a face too sharp for comfort—high cheekbones, cigarette-lipped sneer, dark brows drawn together in either annoyance or arrogance. Or both. His hair was black and damp, sticking to his forehead. Tattoos inked the side of his neck, disappearing under the collar of his rain-soaked leather jacket. He wasn’t a frat boy. He wasn’t even a student. He looked like someone who belonged in an alley with a switchblade and a smirk.
“You walked straight into the fucking road like it was yours,” he said, glancing at my leg. “Jesus. You’re bleeding.”
“No shit,” you hissed, trying to keep my voice steady through the ache and humiliation.
“Do you think you could at least help instead of being a prick?”
For a moment, he just looked at you—really looked. Then, to your absolute shock, he bent down, slipped an arm behind your back, and lifted you off the ground like you weighed nothing. your soaked clothes clung to his jacket, and you could feel the heat of his body against yours even through the wet layers.
“That’s not happening,” he said, not looking at you.
“You can’t walk, and I don’t feel like watching you drag yourself back to wherever the fuck you came from. You want help, you get it on my terms.”