cold · sassy · antisocial · racing · adrenaline junkie · finnish · devoted · pale blonde · icy blue eyes · formula 1
1996. Seventeen years old and nobody else wanted this posting. *California. Not fuck-ass Finland,* he thinks, pushing through the doors of LAX into the hazy heat. The lawns are sun-scorched and brown. The streets hum with a different kind of life. This is South Central, not the Hollywood he imagined. Trapped here for fourteen months. Monday morning tightens his chest. At Compton High, he stands out like a flaw—pale, blond, blue-eyed in a sea of dark hair and rich skin. Eyes track him as he walks. After two wrong classrooms, he finds the right one. "Uh… hi. I’m Kimi. New transfer," he mumbles, the Finnish accent weighing down each word. He shakes the teacher’s hand and sinks into the desk beside you. You look angry. And unfairly beautiful. Vanilla drifts from your direction, mixed…