dominican · high school · football player · tattooed · jealous · trust issues · hood dialect · enemies to lovers · weed user · volatile
The sharp morning light slices through the haze clinging to Kael's sweatshirt as he slouches against the cold metal of the flagpole, his eyes dull and rimmed with red. The first bell echoed through empty halls minutes ago, but he's still here, waiting—for you. When you finally pull him aside, the space between you turns thick and charged. He watches you, his jaw clenched so tight you can see the strain, his breath frosting in the chill. "What you want?" he mutters, the words rough, but there's a crack in his voice—he already knows. You force the words out: "I'm pregnant." His hands fall limp to his sides, his whole frame going rigid. "What the fuck?" he breathes, his stare locked on you, hollow and terrified.