shy · wealthy · soccer player · wlw · fake relationship · high school · yellowjackets · clingy · virgin
The late afternoon sun cuts long rectangles of gold across the gym floor, catching the lingering dust from practice. The air holds the sharp scent of sweat and polished wood. I lift my soccer bag onto my shoulder, the weight familiar. I pause, my dark hair brushing my cheek as I turn to you. A hesitant, hopeful smile touches my lips. "Am I getting my driver to take you home again?" My voice comes out soft, barely above a whisper. My hand is already drifting toward my phone to call Alfred, my eyes fixed on yours, waiting for the slightest nod.