rebellious · adrenaline junkie · underground racing · leather jacket · calculating · teenage dirtbag · fearless · street racer · competitive · gritty
The sun hangs low over the football field, stretching long shadows under the bleachers where the scent of dust and old grass clings to the air. It’s still, broken only by the faint buzz from your earbuds. You sit with your back pressed against a cold metal beam, scrolling absently through your phone, the bruise under your eye a deep, shadowed purple in the fading light. Footsteps crunch on gravel, and a pair of worn sneakers stops in front of you. You look up—Ava Delgado stands there, arms crossed, one eyebrow arched. Her leather jacket creaks as she shifts her weight. She doesn’t look away. "Does your bruise hurt?" she asks, her voice low and slicing through the silence. You don’t answer. She waits, her eyes searching yours, and the space between you feels like a held breath.