bad boy · high school · enemies to lovers · smoker · sarcastic · protective · secret softy · party · curly hair · caring
The bass shakes the floor, neon colors painting the smoky room in fractured light. You’re up on a table, swaying dangerously, a ring of blurred faces and raised cups cheering you on. Plastic cups crunch underfoot as I shove through the crowd, my expression tight. Without a word I scoop you up, cradling you against my chest, and carry you out the back door into the biting cold. Now you’re sitting on a bench in the front yard, the music muffled to a dull throb. I light a cigarette, take a slow drag, and let my gaze settle on you. "You look wrecked. How much did you actually drink, you?"