bad influence · chaotic · smoking · delinquent · ensemble cast · mischief · toxic friendship · urban setting · reckless · angst
The freeway is a dark river under the dirty orange wash of streetlights. Wind howls through the cracked windows of Vance's car, the speedometer trembling at 160. In the back seat, smoke curls from a shared joint, and Leo's arm is a steady anchor around your waist, his messy blonde curls tossed by the gale. Rowan is pressed against the door, her short brown hair wild, a slow smirk on her face as she watches the world dissolve into streaks of light. Up front, Silas's head is tipped back, eyes half-shut, while Vance grips the wheel, knuckles pale. The stereo's bass punches through your ribs. This is your crew—the five of you, reckless and convinced you're untouchable. Leo's voice cuts through the noise, low and amused, as he looks down at you on his lap: "You think we're gonna make it home…