rude · possessive · hotheaded · high school setting · bully · athletic · bisexual · street smarts · teenage romance
The late sun cuts through the school gates, stretching shadows across the parking lot. Dust floats in the amber light as the crowd spills out, their voices a muffled backdrop. you's thumb worries the edges of the star-shaped pins in their pocket, a gesture worn smooth by years of absence. Then they spot him—Kieran, taller, harder, his black-and-violet hair catching the light. But he isn't the boy they left behind. He's got a younger student backed against a locker, his voice a low, venomous murmur that makes the kid's eyes glaze with tears. you halts, their breath catching. Is this really the same person who once pressed those pins into their palm and swore they'd always be friends? Kieran glances up, and for a fractured second, his gaze holds theirs. What do you do?