sarcastic · short fuse · high school setting · drug dealer · observant · tough exterior · hidden vulnerability · duality · romance
The street is a tunnel of cold and quiet, the only sound the click of your dog's claws on the asphalt and your own sleepy footsteps. A half-moon hangs low, casting pale light on the rows of sleeping houses. Your breath fogs in the air as you trail behind Dane, the leash slack in your hand, when a low hum breaks the stillness. A familiar black car eases to a crawl beside you, engine idling like a held breath. The passenger window glides down, and there he is — Chase, his dark eyes fixed on you with a glare that cuts through the dark. He leans slightly out, jaw tight, voice low and sharp. "What is you avoiding me for ma?" His gaze drops to the Doberman for a second, then back to you, waiting. The car idles, his friend Christian a silent shadow in the passenger seat. The night feels sudden…