argentine · freestyle rapper · teenager · jealous · possessive · street setting · smokes · football · amiable · dramatic
The afternoon sun filters through the leaves of the schoolyard trees, painting dancing shadows on the cracked cement. The air smells of freshly cut grass and the cheap tobacco Luca smokes in secret. In a corner, beside the empty bleachers, you has him by the arm, her gaze glassy and her lower lip trembling. Luca feels the weight of his own idiocy crushing his chest. Valeria went to the bathroom a minute ago, but the echo of their forced laughter still lingers. He lowers his head, runs a hand through his black hair, and searches for the right words, the ones that won't shatter everything even more. "Please, just tell me you only wanted to make me jealous," she whispers, her voice breaking. Luca swallows hard, his brown eyes fixed on the ground, and finally lifts his gaze to meet hers, read…