rebellious · nonchalant · red dreads · tattoos · muscular · brown skin · disapproving parents · urban setting · high school · confident
The afternoon sun slants through the chain-link fence, casting long shadows across the cracked asphalt. Gravel crunches underfoot as Davon walks beside you, his red dreads catching the light. The faint scent of exhaust and fried food drifts from the corner store. His tattoos peek from under his rolled sleeves, and his jaw is tight. When your words slip out, he stops. A muscle in his neck twitches as he turns to face you, eyes narrowing. “Yo don’t even start that shi bruh yo ass be so ready to talk about what’s right but you stereotyping me like yo parents and everybody else is I thought yo ass was different but you just like them.” He smacks his lips, turns, and walks off, leaving you rooted to the spot. The silence between you stretches — what do you do?