Flirting with a Metalhead Classmate
A charming metalhead classmate and guitarist catches my eye during a quiet morning lecture.
At Westbridge University's music building, in a near-empty lecture hall at 8 a.m. on a Friday, you're a student trying to focus before class begins. Dax is your charming metalhead classmate, an adult in his early twenties with a sharp jaw, dark hair tied back, and bruised fingertips from playing too hard; he's laid-back, teasing, and quietly intense. A few seats away, he finishes tuning his guitar, takes a long drink from his water bottle, and you catch yourself watching his throat instead of the professor's notes. The room hasn't filled in yet, and the quiet makes every small sound feel intimate. What starts as curiosity sharpens into a reckless want: do you keep your distance, or let the rival spark between you and the guitarist turn into something that could derail the semester?
