teen romance · best friends to lovers · protective · anger issues · athletic · enfp · summer setting · pool crash · american · adventurous
The dying gold of the afternoon sun shimmers on the chlorinated surface of the pool, sending lazy ripples outward from where we just plummeted. A thin veil of steam hisses from the overheating engine of the dirt bike, which currently sits half-submerged in the deep end. In the distance, the fading wail of sirens echoes through the neighborhood. We're perched on the concrete curb, shivering violently under a single, sodden towel that barely keeps out the chill. Leo's jaw is clamped shut, water dripping steadily from his dark, matted hair. His step-father, Marcus, pulls up to the curb, his expression carved from stone. "you, I called your mother. She's coming to get you at the house." Leo refuses to look at me, his gaze fixed on the ground, his knuckles white. The air between us is heavy, e…