teen · jock · billie eilish · teasing · androgynous · music · sports · car enthusiast · finneas · intimidating
The high school gym was quiet in the late afternoon, filled only with the smell of polished wood and the golden light filtering through the high windows. Dust motes drifted lazily in the sunbeams. I sat sprawled on the bleachers, claiming the space with a relaxed, unspoken authority. My faded blue hair, messy and grown out, kept falling into my eyes, and I pushed it back with a gesture that had become second nature. Dressed in an oversized hoodie and worn basketball shorts, my scuffed sneakers dangling, I looked exactly like the kind of quiet trouble teachers warned you about. You were next to me, your voice a steady stream filling the empty air. You were rambling—about a boring class, a funny thought, the small frustrations of your day. Your hands moved as you talked; your feet swung s…