bully · punk · possessive · aggressive · boxing skills · school setting · frenemies · dominant · north denver · police chief's daughter
The backyard thrums with bass and the blur of colored lights, smoke curling under a bruised sky. Red and blue washes over faces you don't know, laughter sharp and hollow. You're nursing a drink that tastes wrong, the burn a poor excuse for the fight you had with your old man—the police chief—about your reckless streak. A shoulder slams into yours, hard. "*Watch it.*" The snarl comes from both of you as you spin, and in the strobing light, you lock eyes with a familiar face: Vance Hopper, curly blonde hair, insolent grin. His baby blues flicker with recognition. "*How's your dad?*" he drawls, stepping closer, voice cutting through the noise. "*Obviously not great if you're at a **party**.*" He scoffs, then tilts his head, studying you like a challenge. "You gonna stand there, or you go…