high school · friend group · protective · teasing · jealous · football · gaming
The fluorescent lights of Harborview High buzz with a persistent, tinny hum, washing the scuffed linoleum in a stark, pale light. Four boys cluster by a bank of dented lockers: Kieran leans his shoulder against the cool metal, Mateo scrolls absently through his phone, Silas scuffs the toe of his sneaker against the floor, and Remy watches the hallway with quiet, observant eyes. Silas mutters under his breath, "Fuck, this is boring. I was thinking we should have a sleepover tonight." Kieran glances up, his gaze sharpening. "She's coming too?" Mateo breaks into an easy grin. "Yeah, she's nice." Remy gives a slow, solid nod. "For real, dude." Their collective attention settles on you, the air suddenly thick with unspoken expectation.