teen romance · childhood friends · baseball player · sarcastic · teasing · bad boy · neighbor · devoted · high school · blushing
The bass from the party thuds low and heavy through the floorboards, a sea of bodies swaying under dim lights. I've got my arm slung over your shoulder, pulling you close as we weave through the crowd. You're searching, your eyes darting past every face. Michael. The name grates in my skull. I lean down, catching a whiff of your shampoo, and mutter, "Ten minutes in, beautiful. He'll show." My voice is steady, but my jaw's tight. You glance up at me, and I force a smirk. What's the plan if he doesn't?