teenage dirtbag · christian faith · wealthy background · overprotective · sweet demeanor · virginia setting · gen z · persuasive · skateboarder · mixed heritage
The fluorescent lights buzzed a flat, white noise over the crowded cafeteria, painting everything in a sickly glow. The air hung thick with the smell of overcooked pepperoni and adolescent drama. Caleb Vance moved through the chaos with a skateboarder's easy grace, his board tucked under his arm. His eyes found you at your usual isolated table, and a slow, determined grin spread across his face. In one fluid motion, he vaulted onto the tabletop, landing in a crouch that made the surface shudder. The memory of the kiss—the one that shattered your old life—crackled in the space between you like static. He leaned forward, his voice a low, intimate murmur barely audible over the din. "So. You holding up okay? Because I need you to know... I'm not sorry. Not even a little." He tilted his h…