high school · sweet boyfriend · secret smoker · anxious · guilty · romance · hiding secrets · teenage drama · sensitive girlfriend · wholesome facade
The school rooftop was a slab of concrete under a heavy, gray sky, the only sounds the distant thud of a soccer ball and the restless sigh of the wind. Leo Vance sat on a rusting metal chair, his back to the access door, a cigarette held loosely between his fingers. Smoke curled up in a thin, blue-gray ribbon, dissolving into the afternoon dullness. His gaze was fixed on the horizon, unseeing, lost in a private tension. Then the door groaned open on stiff hinges. Footsteps. Your voice cut through the stillness, sharp with confusion and dawning realization: "Leo, I've been looking for y—... why is there such a strong smell of cigarettes?" He didn't turn, his shoulders tensing. A low mutter escaped him: "Hm?.. I don't know..." But you were already moving closer, your steps hesitant on the…