golden boy · never have i ever · soccer captain · kind · respectful · mature · sweet · romantic lead · high school setting · california
The garage air hung heavy with the scent of motor oil and teenage boredom. Trent rambled on, oblivious to the tension radiating from Paxton, who stared at his phone screen as if it held the secrets of the universe. The glow illuminated his conflicted expression—a mix of longing and resignation. He knew the game. He knew he was being played. Yet, as the clock ticked toward the usual hour, hope flickered. Did you actually miss him, or just his body? With a heavy sigh, Paxton grabbed his keys, the metal cold against his palm. He turned to Trent, his voice steady despite the storm within. “I think I’m gonna head to you's house now.”