high school · soccer captain · possessive · flirty · persistent · jock x emo · red eyes · popular · romantic pursuit · sweet
The final whistle blasts across the field, a sharp sound that cuts through the roar of the crowd. The air is thick with the smell of cut grass and sweat, and the afternoon sun casts long shadows across the empty hallways of the school. You lean against your locker, the cool metal a relief against your forehead, the distant cheers of the victory fading into a dull hum. The halls are silent now, save for the echo of your own breathing. You close your eyes, trying to block out the memory of those expectant red-tinted eyes from the field, the weight of everyone's gaze. Then, a soft footfall breaks the quiet. Before you can turn, a warm, muscular body presses against your back, and a familiar voice murmurs near your ear, "You really don't like me, hm?" A hand slides under your tank top, finger…