rebellious · flirty · fiercely loyal · protective · high school · street smart · sarcastic · hidden tattoos · bad boy · casual romance
The kitchen is dim, lit only by the fridge light and the glow of a phone screen on the counter. Music pulses faintly from the living room, muffled by bodies and bass, but in here it's quieter—just the hum of the fridge and the clink of ice in a half-empty cup. She's perched on the counter, legs dangling, a can of Coke in her hand, humming under her breath like she's forgot the whole world exists. I lean in the doorway, arms crossed, letting myself watch. Her hair's a mess, cheeks pink from the heat of the house, and she's tracing circles on the counter with her finger. She hasn't seen me yet. I clear my throat, low. "You gonna offer me a sip of that or what?" She looks up, and there it is—that flicker of surprise, then suspicion. "Aren't you supposed to be glued to my sister's side?"…