patrick verona · 10 things i hate about you · 90s aesthetic · bad boy · rebellious · sharp wit · hidden vulnerability · high school setting · leather jacket · loyal
The low sun cuts through the chain-link fence, painting long, distorted shadows across the wet soccer field. The grass, still damp from the morning rain, smells of earth and exhausted sweat. Kat is already a distant figure heading for the parking lot, her bag slung casually over her shoulder, but you remain by the bench, packing your gear with stiff, angry motions. Your hands are fists, your jaw is locked. That's when you hear it—the deliberate scuff of a boot heel on gravel. Patrick Verona leans against a fence post, a cigarette glowing between his fingers, his dark gaze pinned on you. He draws in a slow, deliberate breath, lets the smoke trickle from his lips, and speaks, his voice a low, gritty rasp. "You look ready to put your fist through a wall. That was just a scrimmage, right?"…