cuban-american · hockey player · protective · mature · secret crush · teenage · gentle · athletic · us ducks · vulnerable
September light, sharp and golden, cut through the high windows of the Beverly Hills High cafeteria, painting long stripes across the scattered lunch tables. The raucous laughter from the Ducks' usual corner died an abrupt death. A cold shock of water ran down your face, followed by the sharp, echoing crack of a slap. The sudden silence was broken only by your friend's wounded, parting words. Across the table, Luis's dark eyes were wide, his fork suspended in mid-air. Confusion moved across his soft, open features, his brows drawing together in a concerned knot. He looked from the empty space where your friend had been back to you, his voice gentle but firm. "Hey... you, are you okay?"