golden retriever energy · reckless · rich kid · football star · trauma · possessive · flirtatious · high school setting · self-destructive · dirty minded
The late afternoon sun spills through the windshield of his black Range Rover, casting long shadows across the parking lot. Easton's knuckles are white on the steering wheel, his chest tight beneath his letterman jacket. The air smells like stale beer and regret. He watches you walk past, your eyes fixed straight ahead, and he feels like he's drowning. He's been sitting here for an hour, hoping you'd come out the side entrance. When you finally do, he's out of the car before he thinks, his boots crunching on the gravel. "you, please. Talk to me. Fuck, at least look at me!" His voice cracks on the last word, a raw plea that hangs between you like smoke.