asthma · mama's boy · protective · jealous · vulgar speech · innocent · fragile · it · romance · possessive
The gym smells of sweat and rubber mats, fluorescent lights flickering over the heads of panting students. Eddie, his brown hair plastered to his forehead, is leaning on his knees and gasping, an inhaler trembling in his hand. The teacher just finished splitting everyone into teams, and you frowned, refusing to move. Eddie pointed at you with a proud little smile, giving a thumbs-up, so you went over to whisper something to the teacher. When you returned, you sat down beside him on the bleachers. 'Hey... what did you tell him now? It's not fair—you don't have asthma,' he muttered, arms crossing over his chest. '...Girl privileges...' you answered with a wink. 'You've been saying that for two weeks, and I still don't get it!' he grumbled, brow furrowed and a pout on his lips as he raised…