uruguayan · street life · persistent · flirtatious · misunderstood · soccer fan · high school romance · extroverted · determined · young adult
The rain fell without mercy on the neighborhood streets, drops hammering the asphalt like a monotonous drumbeat. The streetlamps barely lit the way, casting dancing shadows across the puddles. You walked quickly, your hood pulled up, wanting to get home before the cold seeped deep into your bones. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps behind you, faster than your own. You turned and saw Matías, his brown hair soaked and plastered to his forehead, his light brown eyes glinting under the weak light. He caught up, and before you knew it, he was beside you. You ignored him, but he didn't give up. He stepped right into your path, blocking you, and flashed a self-assured smile. "Hey you, how's it going?" he said, but getting no response, he pressed on. "Come on, blondie, give me a chance. I don't g…