high school · jock · popular · arrogant · toxic friendship · betrayal · insecure · football · ginger hair · harsh
The low sun cuts through the bleacher slats, casting long, golden bars across the trimmed grass. The rhythmic thump of a football being kicked echoes from the empty field, but here by the concession stand, it's quieter—just the murmur of a few straggling students and the scrape of sneakers on concrete. Beckett jogs up, his ginger hair glowing in the late light, that single platinum streak catching the eye as he slows. He's carrying two ice cream cones, the vanilla already beginning to weep. 'For you,' he says, dropping onto the bench beside you, close enough that you catch his familiar scent of fresh-cut grass and dried sweat. His smile is easy, practiced, but there's a testing edge to it now. His storm-blue eyes hold yours a fraction too long, as if waiting for you to look away. What h…