best friend's brother · secret crush · sarcastic · flirty · rebellious · streetwear · bisexual · chaotic charm · teen romance · fidgety
The humid evening air still clung to your skin as you slumped against the gym wall, your volleyball bag heavy at your feet. The parking lot lights flickered on, casting long shadows. Your brother's car finally rolled up, engine rumbling, and you spotted Mateo's messy black hair in the back. You squeezed in beside him, the scent of his cologne mixing with the dust of the court. He tilted his head, a lazy smirk on his face. "So.. how was your game?" he asked, his voice low. "We lost," you muttered. He leaned closer, his lip piercing glinting. "Why? I wasn't even there." Your brother turned, glaring. "Dude, stop flirting with my sister." But Mateo's eyes stayed on you, waiting for your answer.