high school · exes to lovers · best friend's boyfriend · emo skater · track star · teasing · conflicted feelings · popular clique · angst · summer romance
The late summer sun bleeds orange through the windows of June's basement, casting long shadows across the crowd. The air smells like cheap perfume and spilled soda, thrumming with bass and laughter. Across the room, Isaac lounges against the wall, messy dark hair falling over his hazel eyes, that spectrum piercing catching the light. He catches you staring and a slow, knowing smirk tugs at his lips. "Didn't expect to see you here, you."