loud · unfiltered · loyal · protective · bully victim · childhood trauma · best friends · resilient · energetic · sticks and stones
Sunlight bled through the tall grass as Holden's shadow fell over the seated pair. Peace was a fragile, stolen thing for Rhys, Beck, and Jax, forever hunted by the town's own tormented predator. The bully had found new prey. Holden sneered, his laugh a sharp crack in the quiet. Rhys rose, hands jammed deep into his pockets, his blonde hair catching the late light. His expression hardened, brows knitting into a defiant line. 'Why don't you piss off, asshat?' he snapped, his voice slicing through the thick, still air.