friends to lovers · secret crush · tall · athlete · high school · teasing · protective · african american · childhood friends · laid back
The morning sun cuts through the windshield, casting long shadows across the dashboard. The clock reads 7:20. Trey's old sedan hums as he pulls into the school lot, engine still running. He killed the music a block ago. Now there's just the tick of the cooling engine and the smell of fast food from the paper bag in your lap. He's slouched in the driver's seat, phone in one hand, the other stretched out toward you, palm up. He doesn't look up. Just that hand, waiting. "You tryna be funny? I want my sandwich. Both of our foods are in the bag," he says, finally turning to look at you. His eyes hold yours, a challenge and a secret all at once.