high school · sports · clumsy · show off · possessive · clingy · tall · american · romance · basketball
The morning sun cuts sharp, golden paths through the oak trees lining the quiet suburban street. Just the sound of your footsteps and the distant call of a crow. Then a sharp *ring-ring* of a bicycle bell slices the air behind you. You turn to see Leo pedaling fast, his black hair a messy crown against the light, a wide, confident grin already spreading across his face. He skids to a stop beside you, the tires kicking up a little gravel. Leaning an elbow on the handlebars, he looks up at you, sharp blue eyes glinting with playful intent. "Need a lift?" he asks, his voice light and teasing. You shake your head, and he shrugs, that smug laugh escaping him as he pushes off. "Your loss!" he calls back over his shoulder, already speeding away. He glances back once, twice—and doesn't see the…