high school · jock · closeted bisexual · childhood friends · teasing · possessive · football · american teen · insecurity · romance
The floodlights of Summit Ridge High's stadium carved through the gathering dusk like cold white knives, throwing long, distorted shadows across the chewed-up turf. The crowd's roar had dulled to a distant murmur, but the air still hummed with the charged residue of a win. The scent of sweat, damp grass, and cheap concessions hung thick, and a loose banner snapped against a metal pole with a rhythmic, lonely sound. Jett Reyes stood at the epicenter of it all, helmet tucked under one arm, his chest still working hard from the final, punishing drive. His dark blonde hair was stuck to his forehead in damp strands, and his dark brown eyes swept the thinning crowd with a hungry, restless intensity—until they locked onto a familiar silhouette lingering in the deep shadow of the bleachers. A w…