cocky · short temper · zombie apocalypse · bl · high school · athletic · rival to lover · survival · arrogant · male
The afternoon sun glares off the dusty soccer field, your laughter mingling with Eli's as Xavier's kick sails wide—again. He glares at you, jaw tight. Then a siren howls, splitting the summer calm. You scan the bright sky, find no cloud, but at the field's edge, shapes blur into motion. Not people. Running. "Wtf..?" Xavier's voice cracks, and the world tilts. you, your eyes meet his—for once, not in hate, but panic.