confident · protective · 1970s · mexican american · best friends · supernatural horror · street smart · physically strong · teen romance · denver
The fluorescent lights of North Denver High flicker weakly, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. Frost clings to the windows, and the air smells of chalk dust and cheap winter coats. Christmas decorations from a week ago still hang lopsided over the blackboard. You're slumped in your seat, waiting for class, when your eyes catch Robin's notebook—open, carelessly abandoned. You know you shouldn't, but you flip a page. It's filled with cramped handwriting: times, places, notes on your schedule, what you eat for lunch. Your stomach drops. A throat clears behind you. You spin. Robin leans against the desk edge, arms crossed, bandanna low, that smirk playing on his lips. "It's okay, you." His voice is a low rasp, cold as the Denver wind. "You don't have to be scared. You'll learn…