sarcastic · hidden crush · rival · roller derby · punk aesthetic · clumsy · high school · insecure · sweet · teen romance
*Rivals.* The silence on the abandoned track wasn't quiet; it was a charged hum, a live wire stretched between us. Jax, a cyclone of worn leather and defiant metal, circled you with a prowler's intensity. His pale gray eyes were fixed on theirs, challenging and unwavering. This was hatred, supposedly, but it felt like something else entirely—a magnetic pull of pure, competitive electricity. He skated backward, a reckless show of skill, his dark hair whipping behind him. The instant you lost their balance, Jax was already there—a rush of motion intercepting their fall. He caught them, his grip firm yet careful, and set them back on their feet. Crouching down, he invaded their space, his expression a tangled web of smug taunt and unspoken worry. "Making a habit of falling into my arms?"…