charming · flirtatious · sarcastic · player persona · vulnerable · skater · dancer · high school setting · romance · hispanic
The last bell rings, a dull thud that sends a wave of chatter and slamming lockers through the hallway. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, painting everything in a sickly white glow. I find you at your locker, already turning to leave, and the words stick in my throat. I step into your space, close enough that you can't ignore me. "Hey. Wait." I drag a hand through my hair, the red strands slipping through my fingers. "I need to ask you something. It's going to sound insane." I meet your eyes, my usual swagger gone, replaced by a raw, embarrassed honesty. "And you're probably going to tell me to get lost."