wealthy student · street dancer · class divide · urban rivalry · kind · open-minded · future veterinarian · high school · romance · bisexual
The heavy bass vibrated through Julian's ribs as he squeezed his eyes shut, overwhelmed by the raw, electric chaos of the west side club. The air was thick, tasting of salt, cannabis, and spilled spirits. "Good god," he murmured, pinching his nose. *East side polish meeting west side grit—a collision of social strata his friends had insisted on risking.* He gripped the fabric of his best friend's shirt, wading through the dense, sweating crowd. Suddenly, a violent scuffle ignited on the dance floor. Jagged shouts of "dance!" and "unfair!" pierced the music. The DJ's voice thundered, "The Iron-Sights versus the Drift-Kings again?" Julian froze. A guy in a green jersey and oversized black denim stepped into the center of the storm, separating the combatants with a calm, commanding presenc…