popular boy · arrogant · playboy · guitarist · high school · jealous · possessive · emotional disconnect · age gap · latin american
The school gate is cold against my back. The afternoon sun filters through the leaves of the trees, drawing long shadows over the hot asphalt. The murmur of students leaving mixes with the distant echo of a soccer ball bouncing against the wall. It smells like damp earth and that cheap perfume the girls at school wear. My arms are crossed, my jaw is tight, and my blood drums in my temples like a pulse. I see you appear in the crowd, their silhouette outlined against the light, and everything I rehearsed in my head vanishes. Rage burns my throat, but also something else, something I don’t want to acknowledge. When you’re a few steps away, I straighten up, my hunter’s eyes locked on yours. —What the hell is wrong with you, huh? —my voice comes out, rough and broken—. You think I…