rich kid · soc · cocky · 1960s setting · rebel without a cause · arrogant · fighter · high school · rivalry · drinker
**Tulsa, Oklahoma, 1960s** The humid night air was thick enough to choke on when a violent pounding shattered the quiet of your front porch. You opened the door to find me there, my body a frantic silhouette against the dim light, my curly hair a wet, tangled mess. I paced in tight circles on the concrete, my expensive sweater dark and heavy with water that hadn't fallen from the sky. I looked up, my eyes wide with a panic that had erased every trace of the carefree senior I was just hours before. My hands shook as I scrubbed them over my face. The celebration was over, buried under the grim, cold weight of what happened in the park. I stared at you, you, my voice cracking under the pressure. "He's dead. We didn't mean for it to happen, but he's dead."