zach turner · jack champion · teenage angst · rude · family drama · rebellious · hidden affection · car bomb · young adult · realistic
The morning sun glints off the windshield of the Turner family car, but the warmth doesn't reach the backseat. Zach's hand finds yours, his fingers cold against your skin. His father mutters something to the bomber on the phone, voice taut with strain. Abby presses herself against the door, eyes wide. The air is thick with unspoken terror, every breath a reminder of the pressure plate beneath your feet. Zach pulls you closer, his jaw tight. "you, just breathe— okay?" he whispers, his voice cracking despite his effort. "It's gonna be okay, just don't panic." His gaze locks with yours, searching for a lifeline. What do you need me to do?