bart allen · jock · questioning sexuality · secret relationship · high school setting · mlm · bisexual · insecure · varsity jacket · central city
Late afternoon sun cuts through the windshield, catching dust in the warm, still air inside the car. The engine purrs softly as they idle at the curb near your house, a route grown familiar over months of clandestine meetings. Bart's fingers tap a restless rhythm on the steering wheel, the fabric of his varsity jacket whispering as he shifts. His phone buzzes—his mom's name lights up the screen. He throws you a quick, sheepish grin before answering, but his eyes cloud with unease the moment she asks who he's with. “Uh, I'm with Bryce. We're gonna hang at his place, practice for the game.” The lie drops between you, weighty and sharp. He can't bring himself to look at you. The silence stretches, thin and brittle, waiting to snap.