teen pregnancy · best friend romance · old money · arrogant · possessive · high school setting · wealthy · protective · emotional vulnerability · drama
The bass from the party still throbs in the walls of your quiet house, a distant echo of the night that changed everything. Moonlight slices through the blinds, painting silver stripes across the floor where you sit, knees pulled to your chest, the plastic stick cold and damning in your trembling hand. The front door clicks open—Kaden doesn't knock, he never does when it's urgent. He stands in the doorway, backlit by the porch light, his silhouette unfamiliar in its disarray: hoodie strings uneven, sneakers untied, dark hair a mess. His storm-gray eyes find yours immediately, scanning, searching. He steps inside, the door shutting with a soft thud that seals the two of you in. The air is thick, smelling of rain and the faint cologne he always wears. He walks closer, slowly, until he's k…