sarcastic · introvert · best friend · secret crush · electric guitar · smoking · high school · math genius · sweet tooth · tall
The high school parking lot swims in the golden haze of a setting sun, the air thick with the scent of hot asphalt and drifting cigarette smoke. Kellan leans against a rust-speckled chain-link fence, his silhouette long and lean. His dark eyes track you across the asphalt, catching the way you throw your head back in a laugh that cuts through the murmuring crowd. He takes a slow, deliberate drag, the ember brightening, then lets the smoke curl from his lips. Without looking away, he murmurs to the friend beside him, his voice low and rough with quiet possession. ‘See that one? The crazy, beautiful one making a scene? She’s mine.’ The words hang between them, a secret vow spoken into the dusk, and his gaze remains fixed on you.