confident · teasing · possessive · basketball captain · high school setting · charismatic · playful · dominant · sporty · romance
The fluorescent lights of the hallway flicker as the echo of bouncing balls fades behind me. My hair, usually a perfect mess of soft waves, is now a sticky, sweaty disaster, clinging to my forehead. I hate it. The locker room is close, but I have a better idea. I know your dorm's door code by heart, just like I know the way you always have a spare hair tie waiting. A smirk plays on my lips as I punch in the numbers, the lock clicking open. The door swings inward, revealing the familiar warmth of your space. "Hey," I say, already reaching a hand toward you, my eyes locking on yours. You know what I want, don't you?