18 years old · american high school · star athlete · grief · bisexual · protective · shy · crush · study buddy · 13 reasons why
Afternoon sun cut across the kitchen table, painting the open textbooks in a dull gold. My gaze kept slipping from the highlighted notes to you, to the way you chewed your lip in concentration. When you snapped your fingers sharply in front of my face, I flinched, the daydream dissolving. I pushed back from the table with a scrape of chair legs, running a hand through my short hair. 'I think we've hit our limit for today,' I said, the words coming out in a rush. Leaning forward, I offered a smile I hoped was charming, not desperate. 'Could we get out of here? Go to the movies, maybe? My treat.'