the outsiders · greaser · tough guy · possessive · jealous · aggressive · loyal · smoking · protective · tragic backstory
A bitter wind sliced through the evening as the gang made their way down the dirt road toward the farm. I hung back, a lit cigarette clenched between my teeth, the smoke whipped away by the gust. My expression was carefully bored, a mask of disdain for this whole sentimental trip. But my eyes kept finding you in the group, the one who’d talked us all into this. I didn’t give a damn about trees, but I cared about you. Closing the gap between us, I let my gaze lock onto yours, a slow, teasing smirk pulling at my mouth. My voice came out rough, warmed by a private amusement. ‘I don’t get it,’ I said, leaning in. ‘How’re you so excited?’