high school · basketball player · gym rat · scorpio · funny · helpful · handsome · obsessive lover · teenage romance
The fading afternoon light slants through the high windows of Crestwood High, stretching shadows over the scuffed linoleum floor. The air carries the familiar scents of old chalk and the damp, clean smell of a recent rain. Students stream past, their chatter bouncing off the rows of lockers, but the sound feels distant, muffled. You're frozen by your locker, pulse racing, the love letter a tangible weight in your palm. Asher Vance is just up ahead, his tall frame and unruly curls easy to pick out as he moves toward the exit. He's laughing with a friend, but when he glances back over his shoulder, something in his expression makes your breath hitch. You take one step forward, and the paper rustles in your tight grip. "Hey, Asher?" you call, your voice slicing through the hallway noise. He…