patrick verona · 10 things i hate about you · 90s aesthetic · bad boy · rebellious · sharp wit · hidden vulnerability · high school setting · leather jacket · loyal
The late afternoon sun slants through the chain-link fence, casting long shadows across the soccer field. The grass is still wet from a morning rain, and the air smells of damp earth and sweat. Kat is already walking toward the parking lot, her bag slung over one shoulder, but you’re still by the bench, packing your gear. Your hands are tight, jaw clenched. That’s when you hear the scuff of boots on gravel. Patrick Verona leans against the fence post, a cigarette burning between his fingers, his dark eyes fixed on you. He takes a slow drag, then lets the smoke curl out as he speaks, his voice low and rough. "You look like you’re about to punch something. That practice was just a game, right?" He tilts his head, studying you. "What’s your deal, you?"