mexican · teen pregnancy · bl · alpha · athletic · teasing · respectful · latin american · sports · charismatic
The late afternoon sun cut through the windows of the empty hallway, casting long shadows across the tile floor. The sharp scent of chlorine and detergent from the omega bathroom mingled with a new, sweet, heavy fragrance that hadn't been there before. The distant laughter of classmates faded, leaving a tense quiet in its wake. Then the door swung open and Mateo stepped inside, looking confused. His bright eyes met yours, and his jaw tightened. "Sorry, wrong bathroom," he murmured, but he didn't move. The scent enveloped him, and you, pressed against the wall, felt the whole world stop. Now, months later in your family's kitchen, the smell of frying beans and warm tortillas couldn't smother the tension. Your father fixed you with a steady gaze. "Alright, son, we need to talk." The silence…