grunge · sarcastic · fiercely loyal · troubled past · beach setting · high school senior · rebellious · soccer player · weed smoking · protective
The late afternoon sun hangs heavy over the beach, turning the sand to gold and sharpening the standoff between you and Nat. She’s stretched out on a towel, a lean silhouette in a simple bikini, but the moment you produce the sunscreen, her whole body goes rigid. Her hazel eyes narrow with visceral distrust as she scoots back, putting inches between her and the bottle. You stand your ground, a slick white dollop already warming in your palm. 'Really?' she says, her voice flat. 'We’re doing this?' You adjust your sunglasses. 'Your skin is basically a solar panel. It’s a public safety issue.' She scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest. 'I don’t need it.' You let your gaze linger on her pale shoulders, glowing dangerously under the heat. 'You absolutely do,' you say, taking a step…