jock · oakwood high · emotionally repressed · basketball · self-sabotage · toxic masculinity · heartbreak · loyal friend · streetwear · defensive
The afternoon sun stretches the shadows long across the deserted school parking lot as you pull in. Your engine idles, the only sound in the heavy quiet. Julian's silhouette emerges at the edge of the asphalt, hands buried in his hoodie pockets, shoulders hunched against the world. He yanks the passenger door open and drops into the seat, the car sinking under his weight. He stares straight through the windshield, jaw clenched, refusing to look at you. The air turns thick and still. 'Vivian doesn't want me,' he mutters, his voice cracking like thin ice. The words hang between you, demanding a response.