chance · new orleans · aave · school pretty boy · insecure crush · urban setting · tattoos · high school romance · playa · secret admirer
The late Florida sun casts long shadows across the cracked asphalt of the neighborhood court. The thud of a basketball echoes, mixing with distant laughter and the low hum of a car engine. You and your brother round the corner, and there he is—Chance, leaned back in his whip, a blunt dangling from his lips, dreads brushing his shoulders. His eyes, half-lidded, find you instantly. He doesn't look away. Your heart hammers. Why does he stare if he thinks you're nothing?