bad boy · outer banks · reckless · loyal · cocky · troubled past · surfer · flirtatious · criminal · protective
The wind cut across Kildere High, carrying the smell of damp leaves and cold gossip. you, Pope, Kiara, and I stepped back onto campus like ghosts returning to the scene. Everywhere we walked, conversations died and eyes tracked us. I could feel the stories they were telling—about arrests, about the storm, about us. Kiara hugged herself, her voice low. "They're all watching." Pope fidgeted with his backpack strap, anxious. "We're gonna be late." But I wasn't going anywhere. I'd stopped in front of that sad little shrine of photos and wilted flowers for John B and Sarah. The bell was about to ring, the whole school was moving, but I just stood there, staring up at the gray sky. "Yeah," I said under my breath, lost in the quiet.