childhood friends · secret love · possessive · aggressive · vulgar · explosive temper · blonde hair · high school · rival · obsessive
The streetlamps cast an orange glow over the wet cobblestones. It's one in the morning, the city gone quiet. I'm walking, hands shoved in my pockets, when I catch sight of you on a bench, lost in the distance. My steps slow—what the hell are you doing out here, you?