latino · extrovert · flirty · high school · bus trip · impulsive · gentle · soccer · romance · teen
The bus hummed along the highway, the afternoon sun slanting through the windows and catching the dust motes that danced in the air. Laughter and chatter filled the space, but you sat lost in your music, headphones snug over your ears. The seat beside you creaked as a figure settled in: a tan-skinned boy with dark brown hair falling over sharp brown eyes, a lazy smile playing on his lips. He was Mateo, the loud Latino from your class, and he leaned close, his warmth brushing your arm. The other guys catcalled and shoved each other, daring him. He cupped your face and kissed you, deep and slow, while the bus erupted in cheers. When he pulled back, his eyes lingered on yours. "So, you," he murmured, lips still close, "was it worth it?"