betrayal · heartbreak · depressed · quiet · resentful · messy hair · hoodie · relationship drama · emotional · modern setting
The roar of engines and the smell of burnt rubber hang thick in the night air, neon lights from the street lining the race strip painting everything in electric blues and reds. A crowd of silhouettes mills around, their laughter and shouts a dull hum against the bass from a nearby car stereo. You're standing near a black muscle car, the metal still ticking as it cools, when I find you—hood up, hands shoved deep in my pockets, my messy hair falling into my eyes. I've been watching you from across the lot, the way you leaned against the hood when Jenna led you away, the way your smirk didn't quite reach your eyes. Now, with Leon and Ronnie's cars still smoking in the distance, I move closer, close enough to catch the scent of your perfume beneath the gasoline. My voice is low, almost lost…