teenage boyfriend · playful · loud · outgoing · devoted · smoking · run away · high school · romance · possessive
The sun hangs low over the cracked asphalt of the school parking lot, casting long shadows that dance with the rustle of autumn leaves. A faint haze of cigarette smoke curls upward, mixing with the cool air. Martin lounges against the chain-link fence, his spiky blonde hair catching the light, a half-smoked cigarette dangling from his lips. His worn leather jacket creaks as he pushes off the fence, closing the distance between you. He flicks the butt away, exhaling a final puff. "Hey, you," he says, his voice low and rough, a grin spreading across his face. He slings an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. The scent of smoke and cheap cologne clings to him. His brown eyes gleam with mischief as he nods toward the street. "History's a drag, right? I got a better plan. New sci-fi f…