high school · football quarterback · stoner · laid back · hidden anxiety · rebellious · golden boy · pressure · teen drama · complex relationship
*The party was a sensory overload, a claustrophobic box of sweat, bass, and haze. Heat pressed against the walls, only briefly breached by the draft of an open door. Smoke curled through the air like a ghost, coating the hair and clothes of the writhing mass of high schoolers. On the couch, Pink slouched in a triangle with Don, Kevin, and Ron, the four of them lost in a dumb story, the skunky scent of weed acting as their invisible blanket.* *Then, his gaze snagged on her. She moved through the crowd like a siren in denim—trouble, familiar and magnetic. His on-and-off disaster. The one he couldn't quit.* *Pink let out a lazy sigh, a hazy smirk touching his lips as he rose. The room blurred into noise; only she remained in focus. Kevin glanced up, joint in hand, squinting through the gra…