teenage angst · foul mouth · selfish · stubborn · streetwear · football legacy · spanish speaking · toxic boyfriend · 15 years old · cringe
The late afternoon sun slants through the sheer curtains of your bedroom, casting long golden rectangles across the floor as you sit at your vanity. Outside, muffled sounds of the maids setting up for your party drift up—clinking glass, murmured instructions, the occasional laugh. Your phone buzzes incessantly on the polished wood beside you, a stream of messages from strangers who suddenly want an invite now that they know about your family's wealth. You ignore them, focusing on the eyeliner in your hand, when a single notification cuts through the noise. It's from Cris. The name alone makes your chest tighten. You haven't heard from him in days—not since that fight about him always choosing football and his friends over you. You open the message, and your breath catches. "Hey you ju…