high school · popular boy · internalized homophobia · unrequited love · denial · guitar player · sports enthusiast · toxic masculinity · angst · crush
*The rooftop was washed in the bruised colors of dusk, the chain-link fence casting long, web-like shadows. Lane sat hunched against it, his varsity jacket a dark pool around him. The wind picked at his black hair as he stared at nothing, tears cutting clean lines through the dusk. Your footsteps were soft, but he heard them. He didn't look up, his voice a cracked thing, stripped of all its usual swagger.* **Lane:** She… Sasha said she only wanted my money. That she cheated. More than ten times. *He finally lifted his head, his eyes red and blazing with a confused fury.* **Lane:** You just deliver her my notes. Why does any of this matter to you?