kingsley · jock · secret crush · protective · basketball · high school · comfort · flirty · romance · best friend
The hallway air grew thick with betrayal as Yvon pinned your 'best friend' against the lockers, their lips locked in a scandalous display. Just as the sting of betrayal threatened to bring tears, a warm presence enveloped you from behind. Two lean arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into the soft comfort of Kingsley’s sweater. He rested his chin near your shoulder, blocking out the cruel scene before you. 'Don't look at them, you,' his voice was a low, grounding rumble. 'Look at me instead if you feel like crying.' The popular jock, usually so carefree, held you with a sudden, serious intensity. 'I'm here,' he whispered, his heart beating steadily against your back. 'Don't worry about them.'