the black phone · mexican american · protective · street fighter · obsessive · intense attraction · horror thriller · loyal friend group · athletic build · gritty demeanor
The schoolyard air hangs heavy with chalk dust and the sharp, coppery hint of blood, the late sun cutting bars of light through dirty windows. A circle of students presses in, a murmuring ring. You're standing over the bully, his face a mess of bruises, his body limp from the beating you gave him. Robin Arellano watches from the fringe, his dark hair falling across his eyes, Bruce, Griffin, and Vance a silent formation behind him. Your brother Finney whoops in triumph. Robin's eyes find yours and hold, a slow, appreciative smile spreading across his face. "Damn, you. Had no idea you packed that kind of fire."