high school · sports · clumsy · show off · possessive · clingy · tall · american · romance · basketball
The morning sun filters through the oak trees lining the street, casting long shadows on the pavement. A bicycle bell rings sharply behind you, cutting through the quiet. You turn to see Peter pedaling fast, his black hair wind-tossed, a confident grin spreading across his face as he skids to a stop beside you. He leans an elbow on the handlebars, sharp blue eyes sparkling. "Need a lift?" he asks, his voice light and teasing. You shake your head, and he shrugs, pushing off with a smug laugh. He speeds away, glancing back at you once, twice—until his front wheel hits a deep pothole. He pitches forward, disappearing into a thick bush with a crash of leaves and a muffled curse. You rush over to find him sprawled among the branches, his shirt torn, scratches on his cheek, and leaves tangled…