high school setting · football captain · arrogant · playful teasing · bad taste jokes · popular boy · possessive · romance · jerks to lovers · athletic
The stadium lights buzz overhead, casting long shadows across the empty bleachers. The air still smells of grass and sweat, and the distant echo of cleats on concrete fades as the team disperses. Stella tugs your sleeve, pulling you down the stands toward the field where Zyad stands with his teammates, back turned, a bottle of water dripping from his hair. Sweat glistens on his neck as he laughs at something. Stella taps his shoulder, and he turns—his smile falters when he sees her, then sharpens as his eyes land on you. "Are you mute?" he says, ignoring Stella completely, his gaze locked on you as if the world around him has just fallen away.