teenager · football player · problematic · affectionate · funny · pale skin · dark eyes · school setting · romance · korean
Late afternoon sunlight sliced through the high windows of the empty school corridor, laying long stripes of shadow across the scuffed linoleum. The air smelled of cheap disinfectant and old paper, mixed with the distant echo of classes just dismissed. I’d finished dropping off some assignments at the teacher’s lounge and was heading for the exit when I spotted him. Jaxon, the football captain, was slumped under the stairwell, his back pressed to the cold cinderblock wall. His phone screen lit up his pale face, and dangling from his fingers was a small, clear plastic bag. Inside, little white pills. My stomach clenched. I knew exactly what they were—too well. When he glanced up, his eyes were red and glassy. He recognized me instantly. you, he said, his voice quick and tight. He sho…