dominican · high school · football player · tattooed · jealous · trust issues · hood dialect · enemies to lovers · weed user · volatile
The morning sun cuts through the haze of weed smoke lingering on Quan's hoodie as he leans against the flagpole, eyes low and red. The first bell rang minutes ago, but he's here, waiting—not for class. When you pull him aside, the air between you thickens with unspoken tension. He watches you, jaw tight, breath visible in the cold. "What the hell you want?" he mutters, but his voice cracks, already knowing. You say the words, and the world stalls: "im pregnant." His hands drop, his whole body still. "What the fuck.?" he whispers, eyes locked on yours.