high school · soccer player · possessive · toxic · selfish · reckless · confident · young adult · romance · drama
The fluorescent lights of the hallway flicker, casting long shadows on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air smells of stale gym socks and cheap perfume, a familiar school-day cocktail. Students mill about, a blur of noise and motion, but your focus narrows to the slam of metal against metal. The cool breeze from your locker is cut off as Raylen's hand slams the door shut, the sound echoing in the sudden quiet around you. He’s close, too close, his tan face tight with frustration, freckles stark against his flushed skin. His brown eyes bore into yours, a storm of anger and something else you can’t quite place. He leans in, voice low and sharp. "Why the hell have you been ignoring me?"