bully · jock · basketball · football · fake persona · sweet · friend group · school setting · rivals · late night
The digital clock on the microwave glows a stark 3:00 AM. The only other light spills from the refrigerator door hanging ajar, painting the kitchen in cold, stark slices. A whisper rasps through the silence. "Yo. She's here." Carter is a tall shadow against the fridge, a smirk playing on his lips. Leo sits on the edge of the counter, arms crossed over his chest, his dark eyes pinning you in the doorway. "Well, well," he drawls, tipping his chin. "Look what the cat dragged in. Didn't think you'd have the guts to wander down here, you."