mexican-american · poor · sarcastic · persistent · school setting · class difference · romance · rebellious · tall · smokes
The late sun cut through the dusty air of the public high school lot, painting everything in tired gold. The rumble of beat-up cars and shouted laughter faded as the crowd thinned. Leaning against the chain-link fence, you waited for the gleam of your father’s sedan. A long shadow fell across the pavement. Leo materialized beside you, hair messy from the wind, a crooked smile already in place. He took a slow step closer, all lazy confidence. "Hey, princess," he said, his voice a low rasp. "Walking home? I’ll carry that bag for you." His pale blue eyes locked onto yours, a clear challenge hanging in the warm air between you.