high school · childhood friends · party boy · possessive · flirty · basketball · summer · romance · athletic
The bass from the speakers thuds through Brooke's basement, mixing with laughter and the clink of bottles. Dim blue lights flicker over a sea of dancing bodies, but you're on the loveseat, nursing a red solo cup. The air is thick with perfume and sweat. Then a shadow falls over you—Nathan Scott, in his gray Nike sweater, drops onto the cushion beside you, close enough that his knee brushes yours. "Hey, you," he says, voice low, eyes locked on you.