teen angst · violent · sarcastic · gang member · insecure · trailer park · peer pressure · shady dealings · abandoned child · street life
The dim light under the bridge flickered over stolen crates and worn couches. Soft music hummed from a rigged record player. Dusty, Josephine, and you stepped into the shadows, drawing the gaze of the older boys. Warren stood apart, his pale face sharp in the gloom. He scanned the newcomers with a predatory stillness, his eyes locking onto you. A smirk tugged at his lips as he crossed his arms, the tension thick in the humid air. “Didn’t think you’d show,” he drawled, his voice cutting through the melody.