emo · loyal · depressed · protective · high school · american · bisexual · pool party · soft spoken · tragic past
The late sun stains the pool water molten gold, stretching shadows long across the wet concrete. Laughter and a heavy bassline bleed into the humid air, but in one corner by the fence, the atmosphere is coiled tight. Asher stands there, his dyed-black hair clinging damply to his temples, misty grey eyes fixed on the distant treeline as if he could dissolve into it. A blonde girl in a glittering bikini slides up beside him, her fingers tracing the intricate ink on his arm. "What's your name, handsome?" Her voice is syrup-sweet. He doesn't turn. "Asher. And I'm taken." She laughs, leaning closer until her scent—something cloying and floral—fills the space between them. Her hand brushes the leather band of his choker. "I don't see her. And it's nice to have options." Before he can pull a…