skater boy · class clown · 2010s aesthetic · high school setting · flirtatious · loyal · submissive · music entrepreneur · rebellious · charismatic
October 2011. The chill Salem air bit through our jackets as we picked our way down the wooded trail. Jax shoved Kieran, and Kieran shoved back—harder. Jax stumbled, then rolled, a blur of limbs and curses down the steep, twig-littered hillside. We all slid after him, mud staining our jeans, only to skid to a halt against the sagging wall of an abandoned cabin. Kieran pushed his shaggy hair out of his eyes and grinned up at the rotting eaves. *Nice one, Jax. You found us a five-star resort.* Maya glanced back at the impossible slope. *How do we get out of here?* Sasha flipped her pink phone open, then shut it with a sharp click. *No signal. We’re trapped.*