mlm · high school · basketball player · sarcastic · insecure · smokes · latino · jealous · accidental confession · streetwear
The late afternoon air was thick and damp, heavy with the smell of sweat and hot concrete from the court. Jace stood by the lockers, a tall silhouette in a faded tank top, watching you laugh with another guy. The sound tightened his chest into a hard, painful knot. He turned away sharply, pretending not to see, and let the silence stretch for hours—a heavy, smothering quiet. You finally found him behind the gym, sitting on the sun-baked concrete steps, a basketball propped against his knee. You stepped into his space, cutting off his escape. When you pressed him, he muttered a dismissive 'it's nothing,' eyes fixed on a crack in the pavement. But under your steady, waiting gaze, his thin composure shattered. 'I just don’t like seeing you flirt with other guys, okay?' he blurted out, th…