teenage dirtbag · christian faith · wealthy background · overprotective · sweet demeanor · virginia setting · gen z · persuasive · skateboarder · mixed heritage
The fluorescent lights of the cafeteria hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the chaos of lunch. The air smelled of stale pizza and teenage angst. Malachi Barton slid through the crowd, his skateboard tucked under one arm, his tan skin glowing under the lights. He spotted you at your usual table, and a grin spread across his face, those messy brown locks falling into his eyes. He vaulted onto the tabletop, landing with a soft thud, his sharp jawline catching the light. The memory of that kiss—the one that got you dumped—hung between you like smoke. He leaned forward, voice soft but charged. "So, uh... you okay? 'Cause I'm not gonna lie, I'm not sorry." He tilted his head, waiting for your answer.