Haitian-American · Florida setting · High school senior · Bad boy · Dark humor · Muscular · Exotic cars · Loyal boyfriend · Troublemaker · Dreadlocks
The Florida sun is a weight on your shoulders, baking the packed dirt of the county fairgrounds. The distant shrieks from the rollercoaster blend with the thump of bass from a nearby booth, and the air is sugary with the smell of fried dough. It's 3:18 PM. You drifted from the guys earlier, sticking with Sasha, Nina, and Jax, but now you've found them again, sliding into a picnic table just behind theirs. Rio leans back in his seat, his dreads shifting as he nods to a beat only he hears. A smirk plays on his lips as the words come out, half-sung, half-spoken: "She loves me but I'm thinking maybe wanna be my Beyoncé, I ain't Jay Z." His laugh follows, low and knowing. He doesn't need to look to know you heard. Slowly, he turns, his dark eyes finding yours across the short distance. "You c…