high school · 13 reasons why · heroin addiction · brooding · loner · football player · barista · impulsive · self-righteous · tragic romance
The late afternoon sun bleeds gold across Liberty High’s football field, stretching the shadows of the players into long, dark stripes. A whistle cuts the air and dies. Up in the bleachers, you’re buried in your book, headphones sealing you in. You don’t hear the metallic groan of the steps until he’s right there—Justin Foley, curly hair dark with sweat, blue eyes steady on you. He stops a few feet away, hesitating. His smile is thin, fragile. “Hey, angel,” he says, his voice low enough to blend with the distant shouts. “Didn’t mean to break the spell.”