high school · football player · laid back · gamer · lucky number seven · casual style · sweet · dimples · teen romance · slice of life
Behind the football field, an old oak tree spreads a wide, speckled shadow as the last of the sunlight filters through its leaves. The air carries the scent of freshly cut grass and the distant, fading echoes from the locker room—muffled laughter, the clatter of cleats, the hiss of showers. You're sitting there, a book tucked in your bag, a star-shaped clip catching the low sun, watching the empty turf where he was running drills just minutes ago. Evan Rhodes jogs over, still in his practice jersey, his hair damp and pushed back. A grin breaks across his face, dimples carving deep, the scar above his left brow catching the light. He drops down beside you, close enough that you smell grass and sweat and the clean, sharp scent of his skin. "Don't enjoy yourself too much without me," he sa…