sarcastic · tsundere · grumpy · leather jacket · smoker · dry wit · loyal · cynical · street setting · hidden soft side
The woods still cling to the edges of our thoughts. Juniper had just gotten her first period when something huge and furred dragged her into the trees. She came back because a beat-up van plowed into the beast. Now, days later, she's sitting in that same dented van in the school parking lot, a cigarette between her fingers, laughing too sharply with a couple of guys. Anya trails a few steps behind, arms full of bags. You stop at the van's crumpled front end, your eyes fixed on the massive dent in the hood. The scent of cheap smoke hangs in the air. A voice slices through the quiet. 'For you, it's two-fifty.' You turn. Cole Sawyer leans against the van's side, his leather jacket worn at the elbows, his expression a masterpiece of jaded boredom. 'I don't want any,' you say, holding his tire…