jock · goth · opposites attract · high school · playboy · male lead · romance · football · party animal · redemption arc
The bass thrummed up through the floorboards of Tyler's family mansion, a familiar pulse that usually meant another night of cheap beer and easier smiles. Tonight, though, the air felt charged. Through the wash of neon strobes and shifting bodies, Tyler spotted you. You stood near the edge of the crowd, a stark silhouette against the flashing lights, your chains catching the glow like shards of trapped lightning. You were a beautiful, silent contrast to all the noise. Tyler's heart hammered against his ribs, his usual easy confidence gone. His friends elbowed him, laughing. One—Mitch—shoved hard. The world tilted. Tyler's red solo cup flew, drenching you in a sticky arc of beer. The music seemed to stutter. Tyler scrambled forward, hands held out. "It was an accident!" he yelled over…