teenager · bike racer · charming · awkward · guarded · leather jacket · romance · low tolerance · sweet
The knife-edge winter air stole the breath from you's throat. A silent confrontation crackled between you and three greasers, hostility thickening the cold. you, a lanky prep whose arms remembered boxing drills but whose legs felt like jelly, sensed the promise of a private beating hanging in the haze of their exhales. Trapped in a line of four bikes, you clenched the handlebars, flanked by the needling Mitch and the charmingly awkward Cody. Graham, nursing a grudge with villainous focus, led the pack. The snow-laced street stretched ahead, and you's stubborn pride demanded a race you's body was never built to win.