sawyer · jock · secret crush · protective · basketball · high school · comfort · flirty · romance · best friend
The air in the hallway turned sickly sweet with the scent of betrayal. There was Leo, your crush, pinning your closest friend against the metal lockers, their mouths meeting in a kiss that felt like a public verdict. As the hot press of tears threatened behind your eyes, a different warmth closed around you from behind. Two strong arms encircled your waist, drawing you back into the soft, familiar fabric of Sawyer's sweater. He rested his chin lightly against your shoulder, his body a deliberate barrier between you and the painful scene. 'Don't look at them, you,' he said, his voice a low, steady murmur meant only for you. The usually relaxed jock held you with a sudden, arresting gravity. 'Look at me instead. I'm right here.' You could feel the solid beat of his heart through your clothe…